To my brother

monkeys cartwheel as we dance
letting our frivolous attitudes take us deeper and deeper into this wonderfully dangerous jungle called love.
sometimes you will find love in the most curious of places. 
a bus stop
a coffee shop
in a bar
or at a summer camp.
but once you find it you will know.
it will be like a wave has just hit you and sent you reeling
searching for a place to anchor yourself, but hoping you don’t find one.
it will be like you have let go of the trapeze and as you soar through the air looking for the next bar to grab, you hope there isn’t one, and that you just keep on sailing
past everyone else
but you
and her.
it will feel like you are coming closer and closer to the sun, and all your body is telling you to do is run because you know you might be burned, but another part tells you that there is a mystery there I f you can just get close enough. 
it will feel like getting hit by a train, and then begging the train to hit you again, and again, and again.

But it will also feel like lying in a meadow, staring up as the few clouds drift lazily by. as the sky darkens and the few wispy clouds drift away leaving a view of the terribly frightening and beautiful night sky.
the night sky that is just waiting for you to jump, to sail from this earth. to trust yourself and jump. jump away from all reason and everything you have been taught. to trust the one thing that is able to hold you entirely true. to trust your heart and leap. leap as you have never leaped before, because if you do not, if you don’t put your whole essence into that one leap, you will fall back to earth, and land a broken pile of dreams. broken dreams. all because you didn’t trust your heart. all because you listened to all the people who hadn’t believed in themselves. all the people who had fallen before you. so listen to me. i have jumped, and i haven’t given it my all, but i haven't hit the ground yet, i merely hit the canopy. so now i will climb until i reach the stars. i will make a ladder to the moon, and then from there to the farthest star, until i find it. 
so jump.
jump with all your might
jump until your legs have fallen off.
because its harder to jump when they're broken
hey, the worst that can happen, is that you don’t jump at all,
and remain tied to the earth. 
so fly with me brother.
fly to the stars and back and find that love.
trust your heart now and forever.

cheats have it easy
they don't speak what they do
**** they just do
they are the silent

fakes have it easy
they pretend yet never say anything
they are way better looking too

crooks have it easy
they get to do whatever the **** they want to
and get a pretty window to look out of upon getting caught

liars have it hard
we speak with out spaces
so as to keep truth from sneaking through the cracks

unlike all the others
liars are not branches
we are not the roots

we are the trunk of every bad choice
once you make the liars vow
you can choose to grow down any of the sinners paths

but i then beg the question who will fix my crooked branches and aspen trunk that claims the name birch?

the sun?

**** no

the sun allows me to grow
to be twisted and mangled like the facade i am
not to mention its just a ******* ball of gas

the water?

**** no

the water gives me new flavor for my lies
lets me grow wider and fat on my mistakes

the other trees?

**** no

the other trees strangle me
shade my sun and drink my water
they are why i lie

the earth?

**** no

the earth is the whole reason i am an aspen claiming birch
why hold me
why birth the water to nourish me
why circle the sun to grow me
why plant the other trees to **** me

the sad truth is no one can fix you and your ****** mistakes
you just have to grow the way you are exposed
climb the way the vine does
seasonally find new ways to be different

i do not give a ****
i know who i am
serenade the fools with talk of perfection
but i will graciously pass
i am human
i am gifted
indefinitely spew the sap of hate
i am wonderfully made
i am divine

i am a liar

Lips that buzz would sure make her happy
Stay a few inches above her ******

Lips that buzz would sure make the best music
But make sure the beat sticks

Lips that buzz would share the best news
To bad its all gossip

Lips that buzz would be pretty ******* funny to watch
**** shame nobody would know your name

Lips that buzz would definitely play the best brass
****** you're an atrociously late ***

Lips that buzz?

Mine don't do that anymore
Guess I'm stuck with a sour set of memories and a ****** poem

Forgive me but whats your name?
I know we once loved

Your face?

Yes i remember
The features of a dove

The old folks told me your name
The piano rang in the background

But for some reason your face just never comes round
Maybe ill remember after I'm in the ground?

The jazz drops
Your voice stops

The ***** i have left to give
Somewhere else

Go look for them

The company i used to keep
Stale
Selfish
And the same beat
Stomp your feet
Its the end of the week

Find the *****
Pick up the pipe
The time is right
Tell that ***** shes a ****

do you really think i was put on this planet to be liked?

*******

homeward bound
i will walk to the ends of things split
the tip of any iceberg
the bottoms of valleys long

and i will stand for you
you will be my greatest adventure

may i call you darling?
may i please hold your hand?

you see chance has been calling my name
she told me to whisper in your ear

"i am not falling anymore... i am in love with you"

but that sound?
what comes towards me?

the failed echo of my voice has shouted back
i am coming to a dark truth

i have been speaking to the valleys i have walked to for you
the mountains Ive climbed
and the distances Ive driven

sickly i allow my voice to haunt me
and truly now i can tell myself

I am alone