i used to see in black and white
before I learned what colors were,
the world was free from bitter light
but angry hues now detail a perfect blur

my perspective grew more defined,
everyone around me is now at fault
for creatures that lack what is refined
and succession is incapable to halt

so I've been told, democracy
could do ourselves no harm
they didn't diagnose hypocrisy
only pretty liars could charm

i used to believe that bearing arms,
meant man embracing fellow man
but instead lives were taken by firearms
as filth infiltrated their land

i was told narcotics reap lives,
bringing forth a hollow, sadistic addiction
the children let loose
and desperately pleaded otherwise
their salvation is unfortunately dictated by a foundation
broken by pieces of sweet releases

i used to think that birds could fly,
and all fish, gifted to swim
but battered wings can't get you high
and missing scales are a chance too grim

kissing on the stairs
blindly hoping for your room
roughly against walls
where is your key? do not stop
foretaste the delicious night

we work together
(I smile because he smiles)
through the best and worst parts
of the beginning of our time

and after these years of [im]patience
(he smiles because I smile)
I scramble, speechless, to find an answer
that will render our lives anew

we dance
to the music of welcoming echoes
overheard in the rooms with blank-canvas walls
an art gallery for newly cultivated love

sundry emotions between the two of us
will spawn into mirrored images--
(but slightly altered)
an elegant surprise for our troubled world

as we follow the footsteps of the greatest pioneers in american history
generosity, courage, wisdom, and strength will be delivered
perfecting the American Dream
uncommonly known as...

a Family.

a Catholic clings to his Rosary beads as this sets in again
drowning his sorrow in prayer; Jesus is his only friend
a sunset over the hotel, with the businesses, and the misses

isn’t she just his mistress?
he says good bye with a gentle kiss behind closed curtains
and a locked door
he heads home to his future wife
to find that he only wants that *****

where is his friend now to clean up this mess?
she's starting to see the signs; he's in distress

but it all adds up to this beautiful caricature of indecency
the most intimate position that has been laid for their intricacy
already contaminated with the lies that disagree
with the actions taken by the husband to be
his nerves are only an addition to behavioral repetition

but what's inside this beautiful building
where everyone is happy and glad,
singing and swinging and beaming and redeeming?

a wasted journey so he fears
because what lies overhead will bring her to tears
like cigarettes on the ground
used only once
guaranteed defeat is sound

and chaos is accepted, like a scene
from the pulp
but he won’t drink the orange in one gulp
if he tastes the poison that haunts his veins
and pours out her last feeling
he watches it as it delicately drains

it leaves  her dreaming
of the success of the wedding
that she had planned from day one
the queen and her veil lie on the floor
undone

i look at things from the wrong perspective
like ****, look at all the time i’ve wasted
i always forget how young i really am
so i study my past like it's an exam...
but **** it. let’s just erase it.
i'm forcing myself to stare straight forward,
look to the future and embrace it.

i’m always stressin' about who i wanna be
i know i have potential
there’s a lot more to see from me
like yeah, knowing is half the battle
but doing is more than i can fathom

i’ve got friends and family saying
“do you, dani, go get ‘em…”
which is why I started school at LSU
only to find a group of fake friends
and career paths with a dead ends
and I sit here and wonder
when will I become exactly what God intends?

all my life, I’ve been waiting on the day
where I have the confidence to say
exactly what’s on my mind - heart and soul combined
and do my part for mankind
but for now, i will be patient
look to the future and embrace it.

seductive whispers in my ear
tell me that the hour is near
dreams and fantasies become reality
as we decide to explore them romantically
you look into my eyes as i bite your lip satanically
forcing our bodies to meet underneath the sheets
rough enough but never too much
but sometimes even further
as you ****** yourself up to hear me scream a little louder
my divine elixir transforms your mind
to keep one goal in mind
as you slide inside
deep enough so that our bodies align
and then a chill gradually defines the groove of my spine
my legs wrap around you and we intertwine
in this bed we call our shrine
a place where you ritually worship me
to every degree
a thrill for the moment
ravaged completely in moaning
i draw my head close
and you beg for the next dose
while i dig my nails into your back
and we lose track of time
in between feelings that have been neglected
for so long
the rhythm of our motions have perfected
our heart's favorite song
and we climb into a world of heavenly ecstasy
desperate to be set free from what's wrong
yet nothing in this sinful instant is inaccurate
your only desire now is to smother me
in your fire of lust
that inspires
*******, taking us higher than we've ever been before
floating on satisfaction from a passionate reaction
i need everything you have to offer
in order to feel a little calmer
and as we approach our final conflict
it feels amazing to reach it
i realize now i am an addict
for the love that surrounds me
and then pounds me into submission
until we reach our ultimate transition
and peacefully... let go...