You.

That's all I really need to say
Not much more
but I guess
it would be good form
if I
elaborate.

Sense we've met
never once
have you been wrong .

That's a little different than being right.
Let me explain:

Being right means you actually fought
for
something
or
in your case
....anything....

Which you haven't.

Everyone wants to believe that
love
in all its
wonder
is actually
worth fighting for.

I've yet to see it.

Silent opposition
is a lie.

Now
being wrong...
that's a whole other story.

That means you put forth effort
and somehow
in some
way
shape or
form
failed!

You can't fail unless you try
unless you fight
unless you oppose those
trying desperately
to steal your
dreams.  

So
you can't be wrong
because
like so many other things
silent opposition
is
a
LIE!

You're welcome


I hope you find this
so you can
silently oppose it
and waste
more time worrying
about things that don't matter.

Sweeter than the song of a nightingale 
Gentler than the whisper of a spring wind
Quieter than the murmur of  summer  grass 
Softer than the symphony of hyacinths 

Hypnotic like the splash of blue seas
Tinkling like a stream that flows 
Mesmerizing like the cadence of rain 
Enchanting like the hush  of snow 

Like the faint breath of a scarlet dawn 
The rustle of clouds on a turquoise high 
A duet of  night and an ivory moon
A Capella of  stars in the sky

A hymn, a chant, a choir of angels 
Singing  on a rainbow of time 
Celestial is the serenade of love  
A tune and a note divine.

I dreamed up a world
Where reality had tilted
And the sky traded places
With the sea
We walked on streets
Of fluffy clouds
Caught stars in fishing nets
While gazing up at celestial waters
Making wishes on flying whales

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

A flower was planted
The flower bloomed into a rose
Unaware the rose grew into a tree
A strong tree with many thorns
Like this tree you were strong
Physically and mentally
Like this tree you stood out
In beauty
And brain power
Like this tree people were afraid of you
But also loved you with all their hearts
For you protected them from evil
And showed them love

As the rose fell
You left us all
Yet the tree was left standing
Reminding us of the rose that once was
Like the tree
Our memories will remind us of you
That once was
And will always be

Sometimes I cry so hard
A thunderstorm erupts in my rib cage
And my hands tremble like beach houses
In the path of a tsunami
But thinking of your eyes
Helps me escort oxygen to my lungs
And hold a paint brush instead
Of strangling the sheets of my bed
As if my tears will create a waterfall
Sweeping me away from you and
My pillowcase is wondering why I haven't screamed into it
In about a month or so
But I found reconcile in how your freckles
Resemble stars in the sky
And I've been trying to tell you
If you need the galaxy rearranged
I will do that
every single time the moon says hello,
I can promise you I can make the sun play hide and seek for as long as you'd like
If it means I can see the creases being created
By your smile again

I met her, and then all of a sudden --- God is a woman, poetry has become my religion, kissing is a sin. And I am a lustful sinner.

I love your lips when they're wet
with wine,
and red with wild desire

I love your smile when the
warmth and love
sets my poor old heart on fire

I love your arms when your
warm white flesh
touches mine in warm embrace

I love your hair, like a
gilded cage
to enmesh kisses on my face

I love you, just the way
you are
Uninhibited......Unafraid