******.
A symbol of denial, congeniality, and assurance of love;
the fate of maternity, motherhood, that is witnessed
and cherished from afar.
From a sacred little haven;
from a struggle of motherly defense.

O ******!
Temptations are to you never a bother,
in the tempests of lush dreams,
the draining of purity,
and veritable sensations.
Steadiness is your notion;
it barely leaves your mind
you may be deeply hurt
but never hurt,
you may be a stranger
but your grace is your power.

Truth that is unpardonable,
veraciousness at my simplest words,
clarity that is gleaming in your eye,
a token of pleasure but indestructible affection;
adorable as you are,
serenity is beyond question;
dreams are but inseparable from your docile life.
O ******, the sweetness and gentleness of thy eyes
are my irreplaceable silence,
my appraised soul,
and my most resolute
and irrepressible invocation.

O ******, one that is so rare a rose
Many as in the May-day dance are tainted;
marks of annoyance, omens of indulgence.
With hunger for nothing but moans;
unsober groans, and quickening breaths in paces of outward satisfaction;
intoxicated desires but unloving movements;
on the grounds for endless dancing;
there is the thirst for grips, the grossest of stateliness!
Voluptuous romance, perfidious touches, and
false-hearted toys!
In the wakeful dreams of which
I long for you, a handful of thy chastest kisses!
I pray for your hands, so delicate
as mine, how they shall fit into each other!
I long for your lips, your spotless, uncorrupted cheeks,
My demand is for your hands;
for sanity, and sincerest cordiality
Despite of my guilt and former unconsciousness
I shall amend my grief for you,
for you only,
for oureth perfect, unconquerable happiness,
and the union of our souls
in a day of holy matrimony.

Third grade was a long year
     she said
They had habits like coffins
And rulers like hammers
And the Sisters of the Blessed ****** Mary
Showed slightly less mercy
     she said
Than the Sister for whom they were named
And St. Brigid loved learning
But the one who went home and
Told her father I hit her
Was no saint
     she said
Though she wanted to be a nun
     she said
And the nuns in San Anselmo
Were like
  dying
and
  going to heaven
     she said
And the air in the city
Was like breathing a bruise
And Auntie Rose was a fixer-upper
     she said
And
     she said
  Thank you.

**** boy
but tommy-girl
Many feelings
makes me hurl

So kiss me once
and leave me here
No room in my heart
for you, my dear

Wipe your tears
and close your mind
Because its you
I'll leave behind

She's not perfect
for now she'll due
Until I find
the perfect you.

Holy moly I've gone and done it again
sacrificed myself for the good of man
like I can gather up our sorrows and tackle them
off a cliff at the last minute
I can do it, I've got this
I won't let you down
I won't let you down
I WON'T let you down
But I will
As long as you don't know me
Take a closer look at my face
and try to find the muscles that move it
the neurons and blood vessels forming a mask
around my pillar-mind of nothing
I just want to reach out to you
and shake hands with that common chaos
that sparks between us in silence
while we sleep, or in the times
when we're all too excited to shut up

[If you really want to see me, close your eyes]

I just want to be seen as the imaginary friend that I am
You can make me something new
I can make you something too
Alchemy is what you make it
and trust me, we can turn our bodies
into gold, our eyes into black holes
our thoughts into galaxies

The cosmos is behind your eye
but you see yourself differently outside of the mirror

Light warps around our opinions of each other
and we catch our expectations out of the corner
of our eye

Free me, Feel me, **** me, Fear me

I want to do it all
I want to feel alive
So let's pass out on the floor like twin children
Sharing the womb of this house with
our brothers and sisters
This room is what we've turned our mother into
and she shelters us from the cold
for now, until we want to try our luck
on the outside

We'll try to get back here
after we've had enough of the mad
world full of mad mothers and
fierce fathers

Come along for the ride, but know that
I let go of the wheel a long time ago
And now I laugh and spin and flip
and I only wear my seatbelt
when other people are driving the car

Call me a control freak
but truth be told I surrendered to this
car crash truth long ago
when I heard the first murmurs
of metal bending and
sparks hitting the pavement

Is the ship going down
or is heaven at the bottom of the sea-
the coldest womb

The ocean
which birthed the lizard
of our darkest subconscious desires

Let's not go back there too soon
I've only just learned to crawl
on land, I want to walk these streets
and see my breath as I speak
to the people I meet-
The other air breathers
and ******* children of
forgotten mothers-
The representatives
of falling stars
and forgotten gods

It's all here,
so stop trying to run away
from it

It's all here
all the love and hate and laughter
of the world is present in this
odd moment of keys pressed down
like fenceposts, so I can show you
where my borders lie

It's all here

So stop running

When one looks up,
It is to say
“Show me the wonders of these heavens, God.
I revel in your skies and clouds
Your birds and flies
Your towering trees
Your sun and your rain.
I look up to see these wonders, God.
For even if I stumble,
Even if I lose my way,
The delight I find in looking up again
Shall far outweigh the pain in my fall.”

When one looks down,
It is to say
“Show me the wonders of this Earth, God.
I revel in your beasts and bugs
Your leaves and dirt
Your rooted trees
Your bright and dull.
I look down to see these wonders, God.
For even if I miss the sky,
Even if your wonders greet me dead,
The satisfaction I find in watching how I walk your path
Shall far outweigh the beauty that I miss."

When one looks straight ahead,
It is to say
“I know of your wonders, God.
I have reveled in your grass and green
I have reveled in your birds and blue
I revel in them still.
I look ahead to see the infinite, God.
For even if I miss these heavens,
Even if I miss the Earth,
I still can see the horizon ahead,
I still can see the path I will go,
And the calm I find in knowing you surround me
Shall far outweigh the delight
Shall far outweigh the satisfaction
Shall far outweigh the rest of you that lies behind my view."

Sadness is
a gentlemanly
kiss.

Too bad, no solution;
only a personal solution
to this mental pollution.

I've looked for a better way,
but I've been shot straight out
(of the sky)
Out, exposed to the elements.
Out, with a tree and a fern.
Out, dedicated and elated.
Out now,
with a fire and an urn.

Buried in piles of debris,
is a destroyed city,
that has never been seen,
by the public eye.

A man stands alone,
with his shovel in hand,
prepared to unearth,
the secrets beneath,
that claimed this city's end.

Look at this,
a dead city beneath his small feet,
it stretches out for miles,
it never seems to end,
but somehow it did.

Its no longer living,
the city is dead,
and his thirst for knowledge,
is not that far behind,
following the city's path,
to its inevitable end.