They cannot take my speech
for it speaks my opinion
it is my way of seeing
as is my religion as it
defines my beliefs
no they will not see the same
but that is why
they are my words

They cannot take my arms
for they defend me
from who you may ask
and I will always answer
from them and what
evil they do to me
and what I believe in

They cannot live with me
for it is my house
that they wish to live in
under my roof without
providing anything
in return for this great
deed I would've done for them

They charge me for one
and are wrong
but find a second
and try to charge again
they wronged me
and won't get away
with charging me again

They were wrong
the first time
what makes them think
they'll be right
the second time
after all they put me
through and they want me
to go through it all again

sparkles of blue green gold
and red flow around
in four inch death machines
as they twirl in small circles
of beating rhymes and
musical conspiracies

tight jackets in plain colors
of black white with an
occasional bright color of
shy blue of daring pink
that unbutton going down
into slacks of the high quality

bodies press together in
slowing moving paces
that circle and twirl around
a hardwood floor that
clicks with all the death machines
steps and shiny scuffed
unpolished foot aches

holes of endless happiness
that go on forever
never ending in
bright happy colors as
pairs of two fly seamlessly
in a circle around
a glass slipper belonging to no one

I give them my heart
in hope they will treat it well
with care and compassion
so that it may comfort them in
their time of needs
when all hope is lost
and they need a friends' love

I give them my mind
to help in time of
puzzled minds and lost
thoughts while they are
bending over clutching their heads
with pounding thoughts and
seamless ideas

I give them my body
for protection and for that comfort safe presence
for manual labor
to exploit for their needs
and their needs only
so they may accomplish what
it is they desire to have accomplished

I give them my emotion
to take my feelings
as if to replace their own
and fill themselves with happiness
instead of sorrow or grief
to fulfill their expectations of
what it is like to live

I give them my soul
the last part of me
that is worth anything to
anyone or anything
to show them what it is like to
be more than one
I am not me
for I live
in the hands of others

Valles of blue and green flowers
spread out before you with arrays
of paths and trails going
in each and every way
sun glowing high in the sky
birds chirp high in tress that go on
disappearing into clouds that fade
away into nothing
Dreams

Smoky mist surround
graves of the dead
as howls terrorize ears
in deafening screeches
like nails across a chalkboard
bone piles found about
laying in dismay and sorrow
moss hangs from once
living tree branches that now
resemble boney fingers
Dreams

A smile across her face
with a loose strand of hair
dangling in her eyes
and arm around her and a
body pressed against her in an
affectionate manner with care
and grace with no thought of hurting her
Dreams

Love is a simple minded
selfish word
It is an emotion
that is rarely found
It is a way to express yourself
to the deepest meaning
It shouldn't be thrown around
to random things or people
It should be for that special one

Love is the way we
secure our trust
It can be deceiving
It can be the best feeling
in the world
It is unique
Love is a simple minded
selfish word
So, let us be selfish