They say you cannot have
Compassion and innocence
And yes I can see that.
But you have great compassion
And that is the greater virtue
They say that there ain't
No rest for the wicked
But what of the kind hearted?
The sweet and gentle?
They say that ignorance is bliss
And that knowledge is power
But do you know, these tables
Can also be turned?
I know you have a kind gentle heart
A tender soul and a listening ear
I know you have a wearying life
A tortured soul and a sore heart
And I know you have a bright mind
Brilliant thoughts and a clever eye
I know because with these
You've touched me
Touched my life and heart
And mind in an irrevocable way
And shown that you can lighten
The world for those in need

Oh little
Lonely traveler
Where is your home?
You are cold, tarnished and
Silver and black
Your name?
Who knows, but
You have been branded
925 stamped into your saddle
Shall I call you this?
Tiny one, come home
Go home, be home
No longer be alone
And wandering forever
You stand *****,
Proud and petit of stature
You speak no
Words to me, but
You do express volumes. Tiny one,
Little prince
Find your home.
Go, and belong

Little butterflies
Heal my scars
Protect me from myself
Fly over them
Flutter gently in place
And stop me with your beauty
With just a beat of your wings
Colorful angels
Spread a golden balm
To salve the wounds
Of my heart
Of my mind
Of my self

Katydid, dear katydid
Your wings unbroken
Whole, but unusable
All scrunched up
Like a terrible essay
Or the tenth draft of
A love letter
Tossed aside
All crumpled up
Because of how you
Backed yourself into a corner
Hidden amongst tendrils
And strands of grass
And weeds pressed into
Place in a synthetic
Prison-turned-hospital
You hide and change
Your skin, stripping it away
To be subtly reborn

What's rice anyway?
Could it be with another
Race that its a currencey
Golden coins of the fae and wee ones
The dust shaken off the feet and backs of orcs and
The gold cinders of balroc flames
The precious jewels of the sandman

Bacon
Grease
Unpleasant slickness
Oil
Flith
A ***** feeling that you're overwhelmed by so you just want to get into a shower and scrub your skin raw
The one time my sisters and I played in mud and were covered in gritty goop
Losing the handle to the outside faucet
Cold icy water
Jumping into a creek and getting soaked
Cold water and cramping up, drowning
The ocean's waves pulling me under
Fear of drowning and ocean water forced down my throat
Salty water and the taste of the sea
Salt
Bacon

can you feel my demented thoughts

from where you lie.

pressing upon you
moving through the slew
of my thick ego
reaching for the tenderness
of the promise of one more kiss

I didn't mean for this.