Here I am,
deep down...
deep down...
deep down into the dark night.  
Swept up by
Sadness' stench.

I am floating nowhere.  
I want to move my feet
one and then the other,
one and then the other.
I ****** my feet
faster than a boat propeller;
but I have two solid bricks of ice
where my toes used to be.

I am still floating,
deeper and deeper
into nowhere
until time and space
are lost friends.

Everything swiftly
slips
from my fingertips.

My mom wails that
I’m a mess.
That I need to get my life together.

I’m tempted to grab a mirror,
Put it up against my face
and say:

“Stop yelling at your reflection.
Do you ever think
to decorate this mirror in flowers
or to give it endless kisses
until it kisses you back?”

Loud noises filled with poison
will never love you back.

I came here today to say:
I do not want to play.

It’s written in your tongue
that I must stand in line
Most importantly,
do as I’m told.

              But,
I do not want to play today.

What is the harm in that?

Afraid I’ll loosen the latch
of your tightly fit structure?
Chaos reigns on the other side
of certainty.

We’re all animals.
Confine me
         and
I will push and scream
until you
set me
free.

I am not going to play today.

And yet,
tomorrow
everything and everyone
will still be…
Quite Alright.

The heart screams for attention
but only after we've ignored it
for so long.
We THINK we know it all
and that our heart
is foolish.

Be warned,
You
- in that thick little skull,
You are the fool.

Your mind is the key
Your heart is the reason why
You breathe.

So before you proceed,
reconsider the choices
you make
and in whose name their made.

Be not afraid,
embrace being brave.

Dip into your heart
and watch
all the love
you save.

I want to fight.
Yea,
I admit it.
Assault slippin’ from my tongue.
My mind whirls thoughts
into the shape of silver bullets
for a gun that’s ready to fire.
Inflicting pain
is what I desire.
My throat is on fire ,
while my heart weeps.
I need my teeth to protect  
on the frontline,
so I can fight with honor
for this heart of mine.
A heart of gold ,
that has grown to be
bold
during it’s time crawling
through trenches
and scraping by
broken fences.
Over the years,
I’ve increased my defenses
because my lion of gold
is defenseless;
so tender,
so eager,
so loving;
it will get eaten alive
in this world of
killers and thieves.
Walking around
these grounds unguarded
is suicide.

I found
a flashing star,
it was hiding in
my scar.
It was never far;
but I had to be willing
to kiss
the deepest cut
for the light to
burst through
the tar.

When the season comes
to rest,
and a drought sinks
your heart
into your chest,
do not fret.

Tend with the care
the garden needs.
Appreciate
The soil,
The seeds,
The fertility,
The weeds.