did Jesus sing
do handstands
run and jump
cup a butterfly
stroke a dog
comb his hair
wear the latest
do cartwheels
tell jokes
write a poem

does beauty need thorns;
you betcha it does

After the smoke clears
I survey the damage.

Or rather the lack
Thereof.

My eyes have grown.
My mouth narrowed.

I'm all ears; all hands
Unclenched.

I've learned to appreciate
A hug from my father,

Felt just how well
My mother knows my pain

Without a single drop of hint.
Silence. Ah, the silence.

To do what-, when-, however I want.
The freedom of a King Size alone.

My God, the things I gained
In the fire.

I stand behind you.
No matter where you turn,

I've got your back.
Don't care if you can't see me;

I won't make a sound as the
Bullets hit.

It's a cheap shot world at times.  
You form the frontline,

I'll be here with a back full of
Lead with your name on it.

I'm a ***** Boxing Champion.
Taking all their sucker punches,  

I stand behind you. Let you fight  
Your own battles,

Shield you only from what
Isn't fair.

Even the odds with every step
You take. I'm kevlar. You unalone.

a dog barks into the still universe
the prayer- bark of a canine creature
doomed to die; along with its barking master

shout here, shout there..
shout there, shout here..
you see, the food is yummy
but not with shouting mummy and daddy.

shout here, shout there..
shout there, shout here..
you see, i keep on eating
but my tongue taste nothing.

silence here, silence there..
silence there, silence here..
you see, i finished my food
and tomorrow the shouting to be continued.

Selfless service.
Ego-less existence. Robes

Unwearable to mortal
Men, yet their colours are

Worth adopting onto
One's own everyday

Fatigues. I sit with one eye
Closed wherever I am, wondering

Whether this snake uncoiling
Within me is Kundalini awakening

To tell me that Dio's Stand Up
And Shout is not a mantra,

Or just some sense of knowing
That I have not a single reason to

Smile. Until I
Smile.

I swell till I fill my contain-her.
and there is no room
i'm liquid and
you drown in my existence.

Funny how a phone call can
Place a kiss upon a
Heart that needs one.

Friend, more.
Whatever you
Want.
I'm done with judging
Doors and their timing.

I could need your healing
For decades.

A tear for the fallen
A shadow hiding behind the cover
A dew drop on a leaf
Blown out into the open by the wind.
A song for the dreamer
As he puts the rope around his neck
A letter for the lover
As she walks off with another man.
A kiss on the cheek
Before they close the lid of his coffin

Everything has an ending
As the colors fade into nothing
Every hello and goodbye
Every tear and smile
Every moment to behold
This life has its closing act
A scene of exit,
Where your choices, you make
As you define yourself
The way you sign your name
A billion people around the world
Living and breathing
Every act, every take
Every decision, every stake
Does it leave a mark?
Does it change a heart?

now that we are nearly one
let us consume the other
and be tranquil in our spine
and darlings, ever darlings.
let us chime invincible
upon the  purposeful earth
and lounge in the quake
of it.

now that we are nearly one
let us pursue the rarity of our union
to the depths of our actual love
and be made perfect in the flaw
of god's kingdom, where man has raged
against itself, and joined the devils
of their inner dread.
let us coerce the seasons to a bliss
and reign above all unjoy
to be together, at odds
with the evening
of our mean
palace.

let us love the other more than we understand
and stand under the canopy of sleepless
love... forever.

The farmers praise these days of rain.
We've had weeks of heat.
Now all will explode
In green.

As a child, I would build forts with
Hay bales and hide from
Tractors and harvesters
As if they

Were monsters. My imagination
Took me on rides that would
Actually scare me.
Adventures

Everywhere. I find I do the same
To myself now. Watching rain on windows
With soft music on her speakers that are
Still here.

Our music. I think back on that time
In the bowling alley. I picked her
Up and bowled a strike with her riding
Piggy Back; she was

Laughing nearly hysterically.
Just laughing nearly
Hysterically against
The camera.

Did that really happen? I love that.
I praise these days of rain.
I've had sunshine for nearly four years.
It's time to grow.