She said get off your ******* knee
If you're looking for my guarantee
A certificate won't help you, see;

The last thing I'll be is claimed
Cause too many times I've been maimed
By wild promises that couldn't be
Tamed

Cause she don't want to be a statistic
And loving shouldn't need contracts or logistics
Its melted into us
Read the cryptics

She said the only rings I want to see
Are the ones around your eyes when you're 83
And you've still got that gleam when you're look at me

So visual
Men
We sit them in front of TVs
Where barbie doll lookalikes
Singsong stereotypes
In search of the perfect man and family to cater to
The little girls watching think this to be fulfillment

I change to the news
And fake **** read the newest disaster
With a splash of celeb gossip after
Girls look to mirrors with shame
And I pray to love a blind man

Turn to politics
Where we find women
Like four leaf clovers
To pick out and scrutinize
Dehumanize
Objectify
She must've shown too much leg again
Because there's nothing of her words on the tabloids
Now young girls will only know power in their bodies
Wearing stolen ******* and a stolen smile
Stripping off her self respect with her dress

I live in a patriarchal society
That plays down feminism like a government scandal
I am oppressed
I am repressed
But this is not a woman problem
This is not a feminist problem
This is a societal problem

Forgotten dreams roll by on train cars
Lurch quicker than your mind will have them familiar
Run on coal blacker than his deep well eyes
And yours so strained from ever searching for the bottom
Find static emptiness instead

Like cracked pavement
Reflected in battered bones
With names like home

Where dinnerbells resound in a momentous capture of the wingspan wandress
Retreat inside yourself
My dear
Blow off the hand that sprinkles regret to crust your eyes
At dawn you will be awakened
Blow off your plans like Queen Anne's Lace
Wishing only that you could take to the wind the same

Carry a sunset glow in your shadows
And watch
As people, like sunflowers will be drawn to your light

Love with the girth of your lungs
Relentless and unquestioning
Offering and receiving
As karma sings your songbird heart tune to the clouds
They will part for you
Like Moses' sea
You'll magnetize such energies
Like instinct
Flying to your summer
There will be a clarity

Summertime windchime song
I hear its brevity
In your laughter
Like bitter cold rain on my tongue
Moments
We danced through puddles
To that summer song
Stuck in my head
Like your picturesque hello
And how it seems so long ago
A wink of times blind eye
And there we are
Street signs in tow
My head in your lap
Counting sunroof stars
Like sparklers
Streaming to meet our dust
On back roads
We race to beat our adrenaline home
Now let months go
Walking to meet the street
Laying a blanket at our feet
We talked to coax the stars away
Reeled in a shy shy sunlit sky
Like kids Christmas morn peeking
To see the tree wear its halo glow
And bask in memories as they grow

We like to fracture vision
Into labeled science fiction
Preach a separation
Between a you and an I
A sea and a sky

We like to hogtie matter
Into a mine and his
Telling anecdotes
Like land plotted write-ups
As though earth should be taught to divide