Love is a lot like
falling towards the earth
at terminal velocity
with no parachute
Knowing that
they are waiting
on the ground
to catch you
in a loving embrace

Recollection
the act or faculty of remembering something
the textbook definition
of memory
But what textbooks fail to realize
is that we do not recall just a memory
We don’t recall just a fragment of pain
a granule of regret
a tinge of sorrow  
Recollection is remembering
everything
at 3 a.m.
in the dark
by yourself

I love selfishly
clinging on to the I love you’s
like the only handhold on a mountain who’s incline
is negative 45 degrees
praying like a born again Christian
that somehow
I’ll make it back to the top
My hands ache with the memory of your touch
the soft of your neck and back are ingrained
into my muscle memory
only to be forgotten
when I most need the memory of you

When Poets speak of love it was only ever a word
one uttered so aimlessly about as if it carried no weight
as if it didn’t weigh down on my chest like a mountain whenever I utter your name
as if it didn’t cause my heart to race inside my ribcage
like racehorses blinded by jockeys
Love isn’t something that could even be put into words
just reactions
like how your love makes me do incredibly stupid things
and never once give thought to the consequences
how your hand leaves burning trails wherever they land
How every fiber of my natural being aches for your presence
how you permeate all of my dreams
both day
and night
To express how much you mean to me
within the confines of this paper castle
with my ink pen as a sword
and my voice a shield
to break down the brick tower around your heart
left by past lovers who have never deserved
is impossible
How does one quantitate love
in miles
in inches
in time
I could only imagine it being measured
in the amount of times the thought of you
crosses my mind
in the lengths I would go
to keep you from harm
in the hushed promises I make myself to you
Love is when you hug me so tight
our limbs meld together in an inseparable embrace
when a simple text saying
‘be safe. Love you’
jump-starts flames in my heart
like you’re a veteran mechanic
and im a rusted 1961 corvette
I once thought love was just a word
that only poets
and heartbroken artists
truly understood
until I realized it’s so much more than that

Welcome to a world where people spit evil,
Like a freight train they disintegrate your soul,
Words etched into a brick wall like lies ripped into your heart
Change you
But don’t
Keep a shield of love and hope
Over your heart
To
Mmmmmmm,
Block out the haters
And you will never see the evils of mans hearts

we raise our arms to the sky
wishing to mysterious and all powerful beings
for things we believe are out of our reach
our power
our strength to achieve
but those wishes are not granted to us from the gods
those things do not exist
they are not given
they are earned
earned by those who strive towards their wishes
those who 'will' their wants into existence
for wishes are made of the souls of their creator

I pass the time with old ragtime blues
my thoughts going back to the success of the good old beauty
America the great, the bold, the unwavering
its justice set by the terms of god giving it holy value and praise
the place that created greats like Edgar the poet
but now
now we need to warn the duke
the copper lady is akin to the harlot of Babylon
she embody's the essence of this this nation
which is now just a hollow husk of itself,
but a mere silhouette of its former glory