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“Who are you shacking up with?” I queried the pope proudly.
“With a hovel full of *******, junkies & pederasts!” He retorted.
“Do you wear your giant, open-mouthed fish hat to bed?” I asked.
“Of course I do & the ring & the purple drapery,” the pope said.
Discontentment spreads with the building of tiny houses on wheels
by bull-***** with tiny ***** on legs popping steroidal-growth pills
while we strike a gold coin for quean Lizzy & another million kills,
dutifully omitted by _Majesty_ rag: toilet bowl of British-rumor mills
Any conspiracy is a cons' piracy when two or more are in collusion,
while folks mesmerized by teleprompter-readers are under delusion
of a cerebral/cortex laceration, extirpation, concussion or contusion
to relate a surrealistic/pseudo-reality that will propagate the illusion
that vampire-bus phlebotomists obey strictures of blood transfusion
& that gregarious hermits must forever renounce absolute seclusion
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you must walk slowly
with deliberate steps
or else run as fast as you can
you must not remind yourself of your body
all its inconvenient parts that make your inconvenient stomach hurt
or else you must push that inconvenient body fast enough far enough hard enough
that the only thing you know at the end is what your body can do.

2. be careful
don't tell anyone
except everyone
that you'll never meet offline
the hints might fall out
in the way you wear your hair
in the air
all around you
but no one wants to believe it unless you make them
so until then you're just strange
in small ways
angry at strange things-
being called pretty, being made to wear certain clothes,
the way you body workslooksfeels-
no one will want to see it unless you lay it all out, though

3. try not to fall
i know it's hard
hiding in plain sight no one can help you
but don't jump
because you might change your mind
too late to avoid the sick thump
of your body on the pavement, your soul left behind
and that'll be all it is, a body, not you
and you'll never get to change
or grow
or let anyone know you
at all

-Dear God..
Can you hear my prayers..
Or will my words be swallowed in the snow..
I always feared suffering in your endless inferno..
I can almost hear the screams of the afterlife..
Torture is the ultimate cost of sin..
-To you..Mighty Zeus..I pray..
With trailes of blood and tears on my cheeks..
Your presence fills my lonely days..
Your crystal-draped whispers give me a hint of safety..
Hell is only temporary..eternal is Heaven..
Tartrus is the devine punishment..
To the ones who refuse submission..
And Hades..is the land of lost souls..
-Tell me..Great Odin..
Can you hear the agonized screams of your loyal slaves?
Can you see them waging wars in your name?
Raising the black flags of destruction?
Or are you too busy sipping your precious nectar?
Our silence is not the answer..
We shall ascend to your Asgard..We shall break your throne..
Remember..Great Odin..
Ragnarok approaches!
Divinity is only temporary..eternal is Valhallah..
And injustice is a sin..punishable by death..
-Forgive me..Amun-Ra
I fear the darkness that is you..
I kneel before your divine image..
I tremble at the sound of your voice..
Redeem me..of the evil that is you  
From the wrath embracing my entity..
And reward me..with your resonating light..
Blood..is the cost of forgiveness..
-Dear God..hear me..
Whoever you are..
Whatever name you may hold..
I beseech your wisdom..
They see you in statues..in Heaven..in death..
I see you in the verses of the Bible..
The hymns of the angels..
The warmth of melody..
The scent of parchment..the softness of silk..
I see you in the parades of death..to our sacrificed martyrs..
I see you in her braids..her voice..
The dance we had..
You're the beats of my cold heart..
I ask no forgiveness..but I seek inception..
A chance to start over..
To fall in love once more..

A frozen soldier,
A silent guard.
White faced,
Barking, mad.
A voiceless witness,
With ****** roots.
Recalls,
Relives,
Reminds,
The boots,
That crushed,
That hushed,
Last grasp,
Last cry,
Last gasp.

Not everyone can fell everyone's pain,
Heart only fells the heart's pain,
Something happens to my heart,
When you are in pain or get hurt.

Your tear is like a  deep ocean,
when tear drops from your eye,
I feel like i am drowning,
In a deep ocean of painful tear,

My eyes smiles, when you smile,
My heart cries,when you cry,
For me your tear is like hell,
your smile gives me pleasure of  heaven.

your smile is weaker than your tear,
your smile can't hide your tear,
Not everyone can see pain behind smile,
the one who loves you truly can see.

If anyone ask me "what is hell"
I will tell about your tears,
If anyone ask me "what is heaven"
i will tell about your smile.

I know you more,
than you know about yourself,
I think about you more,
than you think about yourself,
I love you more ,
than you love yourself.

frog farm
a leaping frog
on its' last legs

I can remember every time we talked you would light up my heart

Just listening to your voice is always soothing and warming and you would hold me captive on every word you spoke

Every time we finished talking my Excitement and Anticipation would grow, waiting for that next conversation, that next little joke, that next little laugh, the next uttering of “Hunny Bear” from you and “Princess” from me.

I’m hopeful of a time when we might have those loving conversations again.

A time when I can feel your touch again, a touch that envelops me like a warm feather quilt on a cold winter’s night.

When I can see your smile again, a smile that showers me with your bubbly enthusiasm for life and infectious happiness  

To see your eyes, your beautiful eyes that allow me to see deep into your loving and caring soul.

I remember when waking up next to you, I would look at you and feel more love for you than when I fell asleep just a few short hours earlier.

I have many dreams I hope we can one day share, one such dream is to watch the sunset, stay up all night and to see the sunrise for your next birthday on a tropical island.

I hope that we can let love fight through all the bad that has happened and for us to explore a fantastic future together one day.

A name is but a label that has branded us for life
Hannah
A name such as my own, Biblical in nature
Meaning so much more to me than “The grace of god”
Hannah
With a heart for spoken word
And a mouth more than capable
Hannah
Who knows the great pleasure of the perfect phrase
And always has something to say
Hannah
I’ve got a way with words,
And I’m stronger than most
Hannah
A heavy heart,
And gentle hands
Hannah
With uncle lost to a smoking gun,
At the scene of a suicide
Hannah
A snapping turtle beneath my skin
Timid but fierce
Hannah
With intellect in my veins
And curiosity all the same
Hannah
Like a pine cone
Those rough and pointy edges remind me of my own
Hannah
Made from good intentions
And full of pride
Hannah
Backwards I am the same,
For I have only one face.
Hannah
My two-toned mind
Damaged, but alive
Hannah
My bipolar-stained brain
Depression? or mania?
Hannah
Because what good is “the grace of god”
if he only chooses to pit you against yourself
Hannah
For I am my only rival
Or Peninnah I should say
Hannah
For while god's word may be gracious
It is my name not his