~~
Never ignore a woman's gift
For it's the best thing she could give
Do not underestimate her offer
Never take it for granted or leave
~
She could give you a slice of cake
But she will choose to give you a whole
Her gift could be little in your eyes
But it's the total of her heart and soul
~
A woman's gift is not for the eyes
But for the spirit of those who feel
So never ignore a woman's gift
It is for you if you are real
~~

What has life made of me?
Where has life taken me?

This body has never been mine, nor will this mind ever be.

There is a terrific sadness in every time
I look in the mirror and pretend to smile.

Dear Adam,
I have missed the spring and I am coming to you soon
The eyes that flicker, the stories behind the eyelids
The heart that ***** in the air
Like a flightless bird that dreams to fly.
Make sure you open up those heavy arms of yours
Make of my thin body your prisoner
Forever
See me for the second time,
Look at me as if it was the first time.

Adam, the ground has never been mine to walk upon
This Earth is selfish, she wants us all
But I am weary, just like you.
Everywhere I look, I find wrinkles
Old objects full of dust
Young people full of lust
Golden hearts full of rust.

Adam, I have been reeking of desolation
Since the day I died
Right there on grass that has never been greener
Under a sun that has never shone brighter
Since I died
Of longing
I have been reeking of desperation
If it wasn't for the books you left me,
If it wasn't for this letter today
If it wasn't for the hope of finding you again
I would have long turned into a portrait
Copied off of a portrait of a portrait
Of a portrait someone painted off the back of their mind
Intelligible and faint.

Adam, the lines on my palms are fading
Drip by drip
The water in me is adding up
And drowning what life has left of me
Poor little soul, good for nothing but the sadness

Adam, I wish I was sad like you
But I am not sad
I am bored,
Like a writer that never learned to write
A painter without paints
A mermaid on land
I am bored like the zoo.

I am coming to you soon.
But I know you're not there.

Goodbye summer and everything that's as clear
I will miss you my dear.


-- Watercolour

Like a flame blown by wind
Sometimes we resist 
But oftentimes we sway
We follow the flow with eyes closed
Tears roll while hearts pray
That in time we'll be back 
To where we want to stay

You left,  I was alone
I searched only to fail
But I never gave up 
Until you came back
With bigger heart and more wisdom
Like sailors we tried to sail 
While I still believe in fairytale

Days passed,  years gone by
Lines on forehead appear
Veins on shaky hands
But our hearts stay younger
With an old,  great story to tell
Our song,  nothing can replace
The best love song ever played

Our love,  our story
It's the greatest fairytale

I believe there is
For it gives me strength and hope
And the will to stay
in our dream

Soap Box "B"
A Poem by Corset



Be
an
American.
Be brave or stupid
Be hetrosexual, or not
Be Married.
Be a woman, Be a Man
Be what you want.
Be any beautiful shade you are
Be of sound temperament
Be loved by the same faces
that loved you yesterday
Be together.
Be brave, Be young and
Be passionate about politics
Be your country
Be democracy
Be on T.V.
Be a selfie
Be destructive
Be rebellious
Be arrested.
Be on the pill or iud
Be responsible or
Be pregnant
Be proud of your choices.

Be Haiti reconstructed
Be the billions with
nothing to show for it.
Be the tin house you live in.
Be the private bank
Be the education it builds
Be the proof of education.
Be corrupt, Be rich
Be a woman bent for president
Be his wife
Be hacked
Be downloaded
Be incredulous
Be hopeful
Be ridiculous
Be Crass
Be honest
Be charismatic
Be belligerent sober
Be incumbent.
Be remembered
Be relieved
Be backed up with Pence
Be pleasantly suprised
Be concilitory
Be loyal
Be humbled by enormity
Be a drama queen
Be insulted
Be a star
Be a model
Be a first lady
Be the love that tr(i)ump(hs)
over hate
Be a good loser
Be all the American
you can be...
be politically correct
Be legalized
Be ******
Be familiar with the first admendment
Be a reporter
Be citizen Kane

Be an American
Be diverse
Be accepting
Be welcome
Be of any ethniticity,
race, creed, religion or
of ****** orient

But first you have to be
a citizen,
so,
Be
One.
Indivisable.



© 2016 Corset

And maybe we're all unknown little Van Goghs
Self mutilating our hearts
In the name of love.


--Watercolour

FOR:  JORGE GUZMAN
I'm glad you took everything that would remind me of you.
Cause I don't want to remember anything we went through.
I don't want to remember your laughter, your face..
Or how you ripped out my heart and left a hole in its place.
I don't want to think about how easily you left.
Or wonder why I am forced to, when you can so easily forget.
I don't want to feel lonely just because you're not around.
I wish I too could quickly find someone else to help me not feel down..
But I haven't and it feels like the world is crushing my chest.
Words can never explain just how much I'm depressed...
How could you hurt some body who loved you so much??
I would have done anything for you! How was that not enough?...
Now it's back to square one.. Alone and in pain, too...
And still... I hope what you did to me... NEVER happens to you...

We can either hate or admire
the people who have the talent we don't.


F.Z.**N

There in the garden
I waited and waited
So patiently.

I waited for hours,
Days, almost a century.

There in the garden
I could have died
From longing.

Many a thing occurred
Before my sight.

Many died,
Many were born,
Some were reborn.

I waited for days
And the sun stood still.

It was only a minute.


--Watercolour

How do you measure
What can't be seen
The heart of a man
The in of between
The conscience that follows
When something's done wrong
How do you measure
The depth of a poem

How do you measure
The day you must face
If it's taken for granted
If it's given in grace
Or measure a seed
That has yet to show growth
How do you measure
What you do not know

How do you measure
The hour before late
The width of a shoulder
Where a tear is laid
The inkling of an idea
The moment it's made
How do you measure
Love before it's given away

How do you measure
The chill of the wind
The guilt of the pleasure
That comes from within
The sliver of light
Before the sun has it's say
How do you measure
The end of the day

I didn't understand that
avoiding the truth was lying
until I told you everything
I opened my heart and
you poured yourself into me
Keep going love
Pour, pour, pour

Somewhere on the way
I lost me, you lost you, but
We found each other