I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?

Pressed between book ends and whiskey bottles
Our drunken breathe baited for affection
Wanting love to find ourselves
The unabridged version

We search glossary definitions looking for a respite of tainted
Cursively speaking alcoholic cacophonies
We rode the light energy of 5 in the morning
Leaving behind the pages of insecurities

That night we confessed the unthinkable
Begging for our names to written in the manifest of history
Wanting nothing more than to be each others sunrise
Slurring our last names into one, till death do us part

By Arcassin Burnham


Emerald green is the color of your eyes,
Simultaneously haunted cause the truths won't
Let you lie,
To the good I'm just a peasant and to the bad they
Despise,
Looking through the souls of people, you could hear some
Of those Cries,
Seen days likes this but I'm glad I never tried,
Had a dozen of feelings but always kept them inside,
So let it rain down for the loved ones who gave their lives,
If you're liable to speak on it then you could be that guy,
That motivational speaks,
That walk on floors that may creak,
You might have saved up for war,
The Lord says "bring him to me",
Got alot on ya' plate,
The sadness will make you break,
You say it's only the beginning ,that's the game that you play?
Will not be a playable content of amusements and masquerades
That has impaled my soul just staring into your eyes and although
You have deceived me , I still forgive you,
You better make your mind up like a restaurant menu.

I like the way a cigarette hangs
Out his mouth
Crooked
Like his smile
I like the way
His shoulders hang
And also
I like his hands
That knows a woman’s body
But mostly I like
That his eyes
Likes me
Though not me
But my body
And though I don’t like
Being objectified
I like
That he likes me tonight

I googled "Love" for St. Valentine's.
Your name appeared six million times.

I used to say "Here I am, Lord",
and now, I say "where am I, Lord?"