what is the issue?
why are there so many walls between people?
what has happened so that they cannot see a kind face?
or feel a genuine touch?
or hear what really has been said?
or taste the sweetness of a kiss?
or smell the aroma of love?

i can't perceive it.
i can understand it.
i just can't perceive it.

it is a curse in life
to have a feeling heart;
a heart that feels and carries pain
it is a curse in life to have this feeling heart
whether beautiful or not
it's a curse in life to have a feeling heart.

with beauty comes jealousy
and hatred and betrayal
with ugliness comes taunts
and names and rudeness...
that could only come from hell.

it is a curse to have a feeling heart
what good is it? what good?
to connect with other feeling hearts
to do all we could

I could’ve sworn I thought I was something…

until you cut me down to a smaller size,

stuffed me in your pocket,

said we’d go for a ride.

it took me by surprise how much smaller i was getting,

as i melted in your pocket and you kept traveling, slowly forgetting.

i laid there in a puddle, absorbing in the fabric.

i don’t think you ever looked inside, never checked what happened.

now i’m stuck between the grooves of whatever this pocket is made of. slightly made it to your skin, as the whole of me did break up. i watch you as you slide me off and throw me in the wash. good thing i made it to your skin in small parts.

as i seep down the layers of your flesh and make it to your blood, i rapidly move throughout your body as your bloodstream would.

and before i make it to your heart, i scream, “is that where i must go?” i hit and as it reverberates i hear your voice go, “oh!”

There is a busy spider weaving webs,
Hanging my understanding with
Impenetrable mysteries—
Intricately woven.
Threatening all men, is
This busy weaver in its labor
Befogging man's reassuring.
There is a busy spider which threads the day,
Trailing its silver from wisdom to wisdom,
Enwrapping one with the other—
Until Wisdom is lost!
Oh, there is a busy spider—
Called Doubt!

Through your eyes. I could save the world.
Leap across tall buildings and catch crashing planes.

But that look, Empty?
                                    Contemptibly?
Cuts deep,
                  and stops me dead in my tracks.
I was helpless.

A smile to die for,
                              I'd die to see one last time.

There is no beauty in the world today
The colors changed to black and gray
The bird's songs ceased to exist
And the flowers turned to dust with a kiss
The sunset with it's bold colors and clouds
Turned bleak and gray without a sound
No, my dear friend, there is no beauty
In the world today

To be stuck fixated on one line
In your head in your hands on your feet
To wear just a word on your shoulder
When you talk when you laugh when you breathe.