I'd trade a couple decades off of my life if that meant 20 extra years with my dog

As a man and woman make
a garden between them like
a bed of stars, here
they linger in the summer evening
and the evening turns
cold with their terror: it
could all end, it is capable
of devastation. All, all
can be lost, through scented air
the narrow columns
uselessly rising, and beyond,
a churning sea of poppies--

Hush, beloved.  It doesn't matter to me
how many summers I live to return:
this one summer we have entered eternity.
I felt your two hands
bury me to release its splendor.

You cannot wave the rights of man
In favor of a master plan

Yet, traitors to this land
Would haves us stand
Against those struggling hearts
Those hurt and hungry refugees
Whose mirrored faces
Find reflections of me
Minor variations
Scarred, older, younger,
Father, daughter, mother

Trembling hands
That labored long
In a place they can
No longer call home
Driven by fear to flee
To a place they hope to be
Safe and free
From violence

Instead they find this
Racist place is
Full of angry faces

In their name
I plead for saner souls
To stand with me
To stop the insanity
To help and love humanity
Because they are our family

At the end of this day
Two children no longer have a mother

A husband no longer has a wife
She was gunned down

Swept away by the fury
Of a political argument

I think of her children
Tucked up in their beds
Stunned at the madness
Of the adult world

Silent on this night

Young people
Do not despair
Do not lose hope

The tragic frailty
Of your forefathers
Need not be your destiny

This society is yours to change
Choose another way
Pave your path with dignity and empathy
And never join the ranks
Of a violent few

One day
Guns will only line
The cases of museums
No longer will they terrorise
The citizens of the world
One day humans will live as one people
And children will no longer mourn their lost mothers

lets make love
lets ****
lets have ***

i want you to speak words of poetry to me
as i moan in pleasure from watching your mouth move with every letter you speak
it turns me on, makes my heart skip a beat when you speak with passion

my ******* get soaked whenever you touch my heart with your words
it brings me nothing but pure pleasure, close to ******
i want to *** to your poetry

with the more passion you speak, the harder you **** me
causing me to scream out that i want more and more
i dont ever want you to stop, it feels too good

lets make love
lets ****
lets have ***

but only when you speak poetry to me

the green of the earth
has been well fed
weeded
coddled to look perfect
the grass lies even
measured by sight
and given the nod of approval
an empty head
an observant trust
comparisons to what's close
welcome to everyday americana
welcome to every neighborhood, USA
belted khakis
plaid short sleeved shirts
ball caps emblazoned with beloved teams
many digits in the bank
shiny car in the drive
1.2 kids
boasting chocolate covered faces
sticking out drooling tongues
dad's an *******
mom's a lush
but the fine schools accept them
the almighty dollar opens closed doors
"amen' on sundays
work on mondays
"oh, mr. smith" on top of the desk come tuesday
it's the continuation of what was
the non questioning of how it should be
a fat wallet
an obese gut
swollen lips bursting lustful obscenities
cooing lashes welcoming
a sweaty, squeezing grip
on the ***
everytown, USA
yourtown, of these United States
ablast with preversion
bloated with cash

what a sad state of affairs
do we project...