Here I am,
sheltered beneath a canopy,
testing the rain with an arm,
thinking of ways,
to consider moving on.

I have seen several roads,
each different in but a single way,
each grown with roots,
unsheltered lines,
open to the elements and forlorn.

When I walk
the cold wraps around,
I take so many steps,
I have forgotten warmth,
on this path.

Now I'm nearly done,
all around looks just the same,
sometimes I think back,
to when I was warm,
and wished I had stayed.

I couldn't really help myself;
I just sort of gave in.
Your lingering, devilish smirk,
lit a fire that burned me from within.

I practically swooned upon hearing
My name fall from your lips.
If I tried, I could almost feel
those hands wrap around my hips.  

But I shouldn't want you, should I?
You're not the one for me.
  Maybe we could give it a shot,
  share a little eternity.  

You can break my heart when you tire
  of me and how I treat you.
  After all, in the end,
  we're only doing as lovers do.

If we don't walk alone
And we get to give and feel love
Does it makes it all worthwhile
We plan ahead and have some input
Thinking we're in control
We think we're enlightened
That it's all okay
And try to wear a smile
Our dreams don't die
The people around us do
And we just wait like the other shoe
We hit the ground running
And it's a funny thing
The only time we pause
Is when something
Wakes us up
And let's us know
That we give a ****
This thing we do
This being Human
The big denial
The fudged balance sheet
The final breakdown
None to discreet
We can only begin the best we can
We can only end with our head up
Having been a small help perhaps
To our brothers and sisters
As we draw one last sip
From the loving cup.

The beauty of the ocean
Swallows up my sensibility
As I stare at vast nothingness
I am transported to the question of the horizon
Still undecided in the line of my emotions
I feel the different shades of my being
Smashed at this meeting point
Shoved into two boxes of air.

They **** your flesh
But the spirit will flourish
Educate yourselves on this mental dictatorship!
They knock on your door
Ask you psychological questions
It's illegal to be a mentally ill person
In 2020
They place you in gas chambers
They want to destroy the demon inside
In the process
You lie
So you won't die

it's six in the morning,
and the birds aren't singing.
the clouds are rumbling,
and the winds are roaring.
this quite old
and creaky house
somehow manages to muffle
the noises—
with the help
of my cozy, blue blanket,
a warm cup of black coffee,
and you,
Mom.