As she writes in day or moonlight
She contemplates definitions
Finding the figures televised
Are not models, but a condition
For the dead, it seems have become the dream
That man aim to worship and infatuate over
And this she find, as a woman, a girl
Is what's infecting the world like fever

Pale skin so white opposes the sight
Of her freckled, pinkly complexion
Vain within those whose malnutriton
Are posted as pure perfection
Lips of red the of which the dead
Show the blood that once flowed through vein
As Death runs his fingers through limp hair
The word "beauty” writhing in pain

And this, to the world, she also be the girl
The woman's aspiration, all in all?
This should be instead of true form
A copy, a replica, a doll?
To lie with each breath, beauty wrapped in death
To please mankind in sights of its end
Is a plight, in day or moonlight
She cannot and will not defend

She is more than the world will give her credit for simply because it has believed it's overcome her
Taking out the odds and making them even but she's an oddity that I believe in
See her as she flies her song onto yonder tightrope, balancing every note on thin wire
A girl who find life's a three ring thing filled with children, so you might as well have fun as you interact

She is something of a wild thing that can't be tamed and a thing whose name I can't seem to think of
A wonder in herself by a God who just said "What the heck" and made an angel with technicolor wings
Hear each letter as it falls upon the silver page and scribbled in bronze inside her golden notebook
The silent river that runs deep careening into life and love, roaring at the end into the sea

She is someone who deserves the very best of things, though worst may come, she never lets you down
Thinking of most thoughts that go unthunk by highly trained thinkers, thanking the people in her mind
Know she sees you passing by and winks with a glance, a chance you'll get before she passes by
Wandering to find something which she may not be looking for, a truth inside a door which is key

She is not one who will cry over the simplest of things, but when she cries, her eyes unleash a storm
So she may be the reason raindrops are falling on my head from a leaking ceiling in my cabin warm
Feel each heartbeat as it generates a moment when a silver tear may escape her soul's window
She is no ordinary girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, but buries it in hopes something may grow

I dreamt of you last night under a cloud covered moon
As if the full moon's glow was moving me like a monsoon
The eerie beams immolating through the clouds traveling on the gale
Laid me down and sent me to sleep with a lullaby so frail

I dreamt of you last night while my mind was fast asleep
Unaware that my heart was yearning for your memory to creep
It painted the scene of so many worlds to which I'd never been
But all for naught, for my eyes were on you in the setting it put you in

I dreamt of you last night and I wish I never had to wake
For I felt you were so very real in my imaginary embrace
And as my eyes were under, my subconscious said a prayer
That if the sun should disturb my slumber, wherever I was, you'd be there

And so I dream in morning light and think back every then and now
Knowing in a way we'd be together again somehow
And if that day is farther than the sun and moon make it seem
I will lay my head upon your sillhouette and catch you in my dreams

I never knew here to be one who would accept my roses
Or even one to exchange kisses like Eskimos, rubbing noses
But I could tell you it was her smile that gave her away
Even amidst the mud on her cheeks she gained throughout the day

She was never one for dresses, no, her jeans fitted just fine
Her figure flattering, though her clothes modest, humble in her design
And she would sooner throw a punch than look for rescuing
Yet she showed her princessly ways every time she'd sing

She would rather raise a mug than a cup of tea
And romp around, laughing all the while, on the bed with me
She'd giggle when I burped, and defeat me all the more
Then lie with me to look at the ceiling from her bedroom floor

But when she cried... oh when she cried... there crying she would be
And you would see no figure that was all the more dainty
No words said as she'd bury her face deep into my chest
Strong is she, all to me, in sorrow or happiness

She was the one for whom worlds were broken
One for which volcanoes long since slumbered suddenly had awoken
Rain would fall and rain would flood to prove she walked on water
Men falling for her with widened eyes as if lambs to the slaughter

And she would whisper and tornado and tempest would answer in castrophany
Kingdom, king, prophet, poet, in her midst, crumbling to distant memory
Will I stand behind, beside? Better still, will I stand at all?
For what chance does a single heart stand against one for whom worlds fall?

She left in June
Flew
As expected
But she was in my arms
Moments
Only thing I could count on
Because in her nature
As is nature
How could I expect
Even want
Something, someone
Her
To stay
Caged in kisses
Locked in embraces
Chained in the affections
Shackled by the addictions
Of one boy
Mascarading as a man

She was her own creature
A lioness in rabbit’s cloth
No ******* around
Light on her feet
Freely does she run
But she never runs away
She just leaves
As expected
Brightest day turn darkest light
And I
I choose to remember the stars
For even though she leaves
Arms empty, hearts gaping
Eyes wanting, hands shaking
Knees weak, minds struck
She leaves
Moments
Embodied in stars
And I count on each one
As I count each one
As I account each one
And each one
Stays

Some days
She finds
Herself
Vacant
One
Self-destruct switch
Away
From
A life
Her own
But different

The steps
She takes
So delicate
As not to
Hurt
Still leave
Craters
In living room
Floors
Unmistakable

But better
Are craters
Of shrapnel
Than to be
Stagnant
Feet embedded
In a place
Where she
Finds
Only vacancy

My lady is immortal and shines only for me
Setting waves in motion so that I may hear the sea
With skin a white as milk that is mine to behold
And eyes that shine brighter than both diamond and gold

Her ambience inspires those whose love has come and gone
The streaks of sultry melodies create a secound dawn
And I will look upon her sillouette with unfaltering, desiring eyes
As she reaches for me every single night and carries me up high

My lady's essense walks upon the solitary shore
Her hair of silver, so long and silken, that flows forever more
She sips dreams from her teacup and plays amongst the stars
But always keeps in my sight to she show she strays not far

Oh illustrious siren of destiny, look at your lover and smile
Realize he looks to you to carry him through Heaven's aisle
And with the kiss you lay upon my cheeks each solitary night
I dream of you on glowing shores in palaces of white

Take me as I am, please
No. Please is too understanding
Take me as I am!
Wait. Maybe that's too demanding?
I don't think we understand each other
Maybe we're over analyzing
It's just that when I look into your eyes I stop
They're hypnotizing
Stop. No. Rewind please!
But I can't, the words are out
Could you give me a backspace button for conversation
That would relieve some doubt
I want you
Argh! Too lustful!
I need you!
ACK! Too needy!
Let's just say the world's a candy jar
And for your jolly rancher I'm greedy?
No? Not subtle? Too subtle? Argh!
Why is it so complicated to speak to you!?!
I'm like a 3 year old whose trying to make a picture out of glitter and glue
And the supplies just keep sticking!
Do you understand what I mean?
I see the perplexed look on your face and...
**** it, woman, you're pretty
Ack! Rewind rewind rewind!
Stupid stupid stupid!
The only way to catch an arrow is to say you DON'T want Cupid
So I don't want you....yes I do.
No I don't!
But I do!
No I don't!
Yes I do!
NO! I! DON'T!
Look at her!!!
....okay, I do.
But you wouldn't give me a second thought if I told that to you
I mean let's face it, you're so out of my league that we're not even in the same sport
I'm playing with the tiny tikes and you're in the pro team's court
But I would be a fool if this wall was all I feel on my fingers
And as perverted as that sounds I let the joke just linger
Because you're beautiful and I'm me
And who am I to attain a girl like you
The boy whose glasses fall down his nose and is missing one or two screws
I just want a dance... and a kiss.... okay, just a dance
No, what I want from you is the guarantee of a second, maybe third glance
To see you in the hallways tomorrow and know I make you smile
To know that you affirm we danced and liked it all the while
I want to be more than wallflower material and I want the prime
So with shaky legs, a corny disco ball, and a bad song, I stand and I greet you
And ask could this dance be mine....?

Your move. Gulp.

"Angels can't be black, stupid" she said to me
And she said it so matter-of-factly
To the eight year old boy with a figurine
That his mother gave him, looking so kindly
And I didn't know of her words nonsensicle
But everywhere I looked, in books, store windows and tv specials
I saw that angels in serenity with floating halos
And all of them were white

So I was down, not surprisingly
Because think of how mad or sad you'd be
To find Heaven's hosts had no minorities
And that an angel could not be made of me
And angrier I became as on tears I choke
To be the **** of that little girl's joke
And to find all the words my mother spoke
Might be only lies and fairy tales

And with my head planted on my desk
The angel next to me did rest
As my teacher saw my distress
And question my obvious bitterness
I shrugged her off and her query grew
"Nik Bland, what in the world's eating you?"
And I told her what that girl and the whole world knew
About the fable of my figurine

And she listened to my childlike woes
As tears streamed down, sobs did grow
And she nodded as I said I did not know
A single place in the bible where minorities showed
A trace and she went up to the class
And spoke that, scientifically, in the past
It's been shown that the brown skinned and blacks
Were the colors of the first of the human race

So that sparked a fire within my mind
To realize that if humankind
Found a way to travel back in time
They might be seeing an ethnic Adam and Eve
And she showed me on the map the Middle East
And my heart rate slightly increased
To see it held Israel and Bethlehem, doubts then ceased
As I saw the mixed skin color of their people

And as the class pondered this, she came to me
And told me very quietly
Of her and her Christianity
And of Jesus, whose chose his mixed coloring
And with tears in her eyes, she put that angel in my hands
And to me that I must understand
That God looks past the color of the man
For He painted us all

And Christian or not, you must admittedly
Say that the world is a piece of artistry
That is incomparable to any man has in the making
And that we are all living here equally
And show we pass on, some soon than most
But with belief in Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
That eight year old boy could proudly boast
About the angel, so serene... and black

What if the words were kind?
The words inside her head
Crazy as it seems they deem her unworthy
Not worth it
Not worthless
But so close that one more mistake my tip
         Her
Over
                The edge
But what if the words were kind?
The words inside her head
What love would she find for others
If she had love for herself
If she had
Love
           To
                 Spare
So much that there were words left
For her
To not only be hear
But trusted. Believed
Words to fall upon
So that she might
           Not
Shatter
                       Again
And be left to pick up tearing words

There was
Dismay
In the everyday
And a wishing
That the wind
Would
Carry her
To another life
Where the world was
Less than
The backpack of
Rocks
That she carried
That she carries
Uphill
To
This
Day
Double loaded
Packed so tightly
That it could break
And break her
Any moment
And take time
That she never had
In
The
First
Place
One of a million millions
Scattered faces
Nothing special
To anyone
Especially them
Especially
Her-
Self
In a moment
It would replay
In the morning
But still she
Gets
Out
Of
Bed
And for that alone
Dismay is her weight
And she’s strong

Young girl with her father's gun
Knew she'd be the only one
To overcome such feats as none had seen
Sunburnt face and endless sky
Shot a bullet, made it cry
Did things that most men would only dream

Ran across the sea to catch it
Bluest blue, no one could match it
Mixed it in the depths of her eyes
Look within and see clouds pass
Smiling eyes on sunburnt lass
Piercing through like a bullet in the sky

Young girl with her father's gun
Quickly, in a blink she'd run
To find the tallest mountain she could find
Aimed, feet planted in the ground
Found her trigger, shot it down
And built a home with stones it left behind

Lived within and put the gun down
Satisfied with what she found
Sitting fireside sipping creamy moonlight
Ire and blue never fading within
Put down only till she'd once more begin
Girl of fabled blue and mountain might