Ink spills unto my lips
Perfume from the curve of my throat
We speak like matchsticks that won't ignite
Striking and striking. We dull each other down
Striking and striking
We strike just to touch
Striking. Touching
Once ignited, burned out too soon.

In the middle of a storm, a young man stands torn.
In the same spot, freshness comes to the clothes worn.
As it pours on the earth, the boy stands freezing and warm.
Clean is a new feeling, to a boys skin so worn.
young as as he is, this feeling is only bested by being born
shivers course over his skin, until he sees the dirt wash away again.
He loves the world, and no hate lies within him.
Alone under magical skies, hes long forgiven his mothers sin .
She left her only son,  thought his young life would end.
But mystic energy picked the boy from the floor.
Brought thoughts to his head and gave him  land to own.
in return for the worlds cold lands, a voice was given to lead him until he became a man.
a brilliant boy still stands feeling beauty drip into his hands.
His legs felt that it was beauty to great to stand.
His knees collapsed as the weight if his past washed from his back.
Only grown by what things he lacked, a solitary boy thought himself the stories  of the world.
sadly to say his human brain still gave him fear and pain.
Even in a perfect world the greatest feeling was the dirt washing away.
Long since forgotten the boy lives on.
his knowledge is different but far from wrong.
If you listen close during a storm, you hear him singing his beautiful song

7/30/2016

everytime I open my eyes
in the mornings or late afternoons
i begin to writhe in anger and contort
and my blood is roiling and I swear
I look at my pink skin I can see it steaming and foaming and I am manic again and ready to ruin some relationships again,
and I am awake again.
And when I wake up alive I feel the world has failed me
a little more every day

I look for you
In passing faces
A stranger's glance
In haunted places

I feel you among
Nature's grandest setting
It is you that I remember
Even when I'm forgetting

I see you wherever I go
In everyone I meet
Your words echo in conversations
That pass me on the street

Your soft, easy way
That safe familiar tone
That always takes me back
To a time long gone

Stand Up for Equality

Guess what?
You can be white
and hungry and
underprivileged.

You can be African American, Mexican, Asian, Indian... and on and on and
be hungry and underprivileged.

We are all in this place.
We are all human
and struggling
and wanting so much more.

So let's do it.
Let's break down these walls-no, we won't build them.

Let us break down these walls and embrace our humanity and our inherent love for one another.

Let's just give each other a helping hand for once.
Let's all just stand up
for each other.

Let us just stand up
for love
and kindness.
Let us
stand up.

The moon feels lonely
But how it feels,
I know.
People just always
Come
And
Go.

Falling in half love
With everyone I meet,
Scared to go in past my feet.
Afraid to open up
Hesitate to divulge the feelings
That hang as painful cliches
But hurt just the same
as if they were open wounds
I still wonder what healing is like for you.

Or if you even had to.