The world isn’t 
black and white.
You react like it’s 
this or that,
right or wrong,
me or you,
one way 
or not at all.
Break reality.
Come down
and you’ll realize
that between 
black and white
there are colors never seen.
Let me rub them
on your skin.
It may feel cold at first,
but once you get used to it
you can spread your
new found language
on me.
Finger paint 
this revelation
on my soul.

Brown eyes looking up
Up far beyond what the physical body can reach.
It's an ache,
      a desire,
      an instinct,
To push off from the ground
And leave the familiarity, the everyday, the normal.
Do what no one else has done before.
Do what comes naturally -
Fly.
Wind touches body
Temporarily.
Two feet still touch dirt.
Brown eyes looking up
Up in the sky birds dominate with infinite power.
It's an ache,
      a desire,
      an instinct,
To push off from the ground
And leave the earth behind.
Go to the familiarity, the everyday, the normal.
Do what everyone else does.
Do what comes naturally -
Fly.
Wind touches body
Temporarily.
Why can't she fly?

You and Me
Together
Play, explore, excavate, fit, perform
Do magic
Make miracles
Work, toil, struggle, force, pull
Shed blood
Make miracles
A world where there are no people
Just poetry
A perfect world for
You and Me
Together

When they look at her pictures on Facebook they see
Beautiful symmetry,
Shining eyes,
Soft lips,
And a **** good haircut.
They see a stunning girl
and they comment.
When I look at her pictures on Facebook I see
The last tagged picture from early July,
The ignored compliments,
The love given to her mother,
And the struggle.
I see a stunning girl
And I say nothing.

Blood pumping through our veins,
Involuntary.
Two
Three
Four
Five
Cities
Countries
Nations.

Hearts beat simultaneously.
Beat for our countries,
For our people,
For ourselves.

The lips that form a greeting smile.
The flush of an embarrassed,
nervous,
excited face.

Old,
New,
Transfusions.
One pint will save three lives.
You and three others.

An accident that connects two people for an eternity,
Or longer.

Panting tongue,
Best friend.
Rough tongue,
Old friend.

The end button.
But they’ll call back,
Or you will.

No new parts for you,
Mother,
Father,
Sister,
Brother,
Friend,
Neighbor,
War hero,
Civilian,
Believer,
Human.
Say your good-byes.
We’ll miss you.

Lights are dimmed
Drifting off to sleep...

Commander speaks
To 18 year olds
Who are going to war
Nothing is new
Taut from experience
Strict with bits of humor
Failure comes not from confusion
But fear of asking
Your superior

Blank white walls are the norm
or beige,
which is worse.
We're not happy.
We want red.
Rough brush strokes and drips.
Splotches and mistakes.
Complete and total exposure.