I dream of a quiet room-
A room that feels like a 1969 peace rally,
A room that is bright and happy
A space without space
Where we can lay and be sappy-
while loving eachother
like beasts who care more about smiling
than they do about breathing-
With a simple belief that keeps repeating:
Make love not war.

I dream of a room
Where it's okay to lay in bed for hours-
Laugh at the world as it goes sour...
Leaving the universe with a bad taste of spilt milk
across this galaxy,

But it won't matter to me-
To you-
To us-
together we'll discuss
All the fears...
The fears that rage us,
The ones that cage us-
The ones that try to make us-
But we won't let them win...

Instead we'll hold hands
And lay silently facing-
the world is our canvas;
Our bodies,
The paints;
And it won't matter if someone cries devil
Cause we both know the love of saints,

In a room that lays quiet
Built of dangling paper stars
That dance over our heads nightly
Reminding us to be brave and knightly-
As we slay this universe
With our arms around each other, tightly

This is a room that erases old scars
And prepares us for new ones-
Reminds us what victory taste like
Time...and time again.

"How many?" You asked-
One for every time I had this thought...
While laying in this space
like a lost astronaut-
without you.

As I sit here
On this bench
In my bright yellow coat
Wearing
My bright green sneakers
Tapping text on my phone-
In the bright of the day,
I realize
there is only one more thing
that could make me brighter in this moment-
YOU!

As
the
sun
rises
against
the
horizon
it
tells
everything
to
wake
up­
with
a
warm
whisper
making
way
for
beautiful
days
every
time
it
shines.­

I stopped watching TV. There came a point in time, like an eraser on a pencil, that I realized it's all for entertainment. Who we pay to entertain us- some open armed football star, some local news broadcaster with a cheeky smile and fake lips, or maybe we give money for the chance that the boy with a broken heart will actually fall in love after he kisses the fourteenth girl- we are made to believe that only then will he know what love really is. I cut TV out of my life, it began to make me sad, it almost had me convinced that there are more bad people in the world than there are good- it almost made me believe that how other people live is how I'm supposed to, it almost made me crazy to think if I don't cry over the same brainwashing tragedies as anyone else, I'm not human. TV is an invalid form of weak entertainment, put down the remote, turn off the TV and plug yourself in to what's real: the life that's right in front of you.

My heart is a hitch hiker
She ain't afraid to stick her thumb out
and grab a ride with the first loser to pull over-
No grudges.

She'll stay gone for days,
Can you believe that?
Sometimes weeks...
She doesn't care to sleep in vacant parking lots
Or dark alley where the homeless creep..

She'll sit too close to a strangers fire;
Drinking whiskey while walking a wire
and everyone around will laugh-
But meanwhile,
she's just crashing...
Daydreaming about her next hitch
Like a fix
It can't come quick enough.

She'll get comfortable too fast
Hoping for illusions to last
Spending too much time on a forgetful past-
And before you know it,
She's calling fantasy her home.

Oh, that *****
Who likes to hitch
Calling fantasy her home.

My heads a mess
My thoughts repressed
From a weekend that I've spent with you
Although it is true
Sometimes I feel blue
I just want you to be part of my mess.

Little bit awkward
As we sit here in silence
When everything
Before us
Used to be nothing but violence

We'd argue and yell
Before an argument even started
Choosing words like ammo
Handing over trophies to
The biggest 'broken hearted'

We'd shoot phrases
With precision
True Marksmen who could
Think without making decisions

A game of fools
Mending love
With wrong tools
Like artists with no talent
Until our love went silent.