you wander
through my body
like a child
with a pack
of matches

The situation is growing grim,
Some movement this is.
Everyone who challenges one side,
Proceeds to die.
They are many,
The others are few.
I know wrong from right,
But I will not fight the wrong tonight. . .

When he come out
After the shipmasters attorney
He walking to billies store

Tinkerbell and Tijuana, the mistresses of lost hope,
mill around these high-tech molecules
called Future, waiting
for the lights to go back on.

By train, my brain sees a tunnel ahead.
By foot, shadows dance upon my back.
In the stillness of a page of news,
I wait for my muse.

I try to stay happy
Happy for them
I don’t want them to see my struggles
I don’t want them to hurt
Or to know the hurt i have
So i smile
Anything can be hidden behind a smile
Even the most hurt people can hide it
The hiding is from the smile
But the truth
The truth is in the eyes
Its always the eyes

Its okay to have fewer friends than others
Its okay to be yourself
I never knew that before
I wish i did
Its okay to love another woman
I know i do
Its okay to write your feelings
I know i do
But i do as no one listens
No one listens as i talk
I talk too much
Im too annoying
I never found them to be annoying
I sit there and listen
I hear all their problems
Their minor inconveniences
But as i make an attempt to tell mine
I talk too much
Thats why i write
Thats why i wrote the letters
Theres only one attempt left for me
I’ll be listening from the stars

All roads lead to your curls
Have you read My Heart lately?
It’s the Hero’s Journey
And you, my Resurrection