I was taught at a young age,
To watch what bridges I burn.
But something daddy didn't know,
Was that creating them can be just as destructive,
As setting them aflame.

There is no passion to be found
In small things
Thoughts, people, places
That cannot hold a word so big
A notion of human emotion
That can barely contain itself
It is not one for small things
Where the strongest of emotions
Are tethered by reins
To chariots hell bent on driving to reason
Passion is a horse that will never trot straight
Will never drink the water
Because it will never arrive to a lake
Passion drives itself- its master is itself and
Uses humans as little more
Than vessels to serve its own means
And I shout, “God, let them!”
Let passion use our bodies and our minds
Let this force stronger than us guide us
To places bigger than our small minds
Will ever take us to
Let us fall into the wild and live off
What passion has been thriving on for years
Trust an emotion that lives longer
Than we ever could and let it teach us something
About making a small life big.

Spinning the top dial
Searching for bright painted riffs
Rock n rollered room

Life is like paper
We are always tracing,
Arms like rulers, hands like graphite
You leave smudges on my skin
Hard lines softened by your touch
Marking places no one else has been
You make my indifferent linear mouth
curve into a smile
I didn't realize how much I wanted to see you
Until it hit me like a permanent pen
The question I had written wasn't what,
It was when
I find myself thinking of you
Trying to draw you in my mind
In this world of accuracy
It's far from perfect
Doesn't do you justice
It's like the cause but not the effect
How can your flaws be so alluring
I just love you more
As more of your picture forms
Shadows and light
Like an artist's final sweep
Nothing has felt more right