complete within
she encompassing both,
and source.

beat again
simple expectations almost always
impossible of completion.

expect and be a deaf again.
muted, bound, except
within.

the twin,
so I'll date my self,
figure her out, again.

let's see, how should I…
excuse me, could I,
no, miss, you look familiar,…
naw, yo! baby girl! whats your number?…

seven… and the chart is alignin
with every cycle there is…
my cycles, self aware of their taste.

rusty with my warm embrace…
this time hold my hand and
caress my face, look
deep through my eyes.
hold that stance, whisper
my love do you want to dance?
oh, yes… yes, I want to dance.
I can fulfill all of my desires,
satisfaction guaranteed.
I take my own lead, balance
and stand as a woman. A mother,
among the mothers, ready to create
again.

passionately impressed
by the beauty of the divine dance
the movement of time.
passionately moved within,
dancing in the beams of the light.

life dips and dives around me
the swirl of the essence grasps me
catches my breath.
Ive folded in, to learn to trust.
me, only. from I is all I can see.

so I trust me, finally.
undoubtedly, worry will still be known.
the law of the mind, until unknown.
how profound! just to trust, me.
my place in the sea of things…

I keep my arms opened
my heart softened
my embrace tight and free.

Let's dance the next dance
like it's the last dance,
like we know
that it's our last chance
to dance and when
the band begin to slow
hold me like smoke,
there is a flame inside my soul
burning the dancefloor,
let's dance before it goes...

Anxiety
When the darkness builds up inside of you minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year you feel like it will never end. Anxiety is a disease that eats away at you slowly and painfully. Imagine your worst nightmare just replaying itself day after day. You know that feeling when you have a huge important test to take but you haven’t studied enough and you feel like it’s the end of the world because you can’t fail the test but you know you’re going to? Now imagine feeling that feeling every second of every day. Every now and then someone comes along and temporarily helps make that pain and darkness go away. You meet that one person that just takes you’re mind off of it all for just a couple of hours. It gives you a feeling of worth, a feeling of strength and confidence that I can win this battle. But like everything in your ****** life it all goes to ****. Mainly because you’re just insane and no one understands you. You know it’s all your fault but there’s nothing you can do about it. Now that temporary escape from reality is gone plus the sadness of losing someone just adds onto your pain. Now you’re back to constantly struggling plus you’ve added a little bit more to you’re dark cloak that is increasingly consuming you day by day. “For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” but now that joy ain’t cometh in the morning anymore. People always try to tell you it can’t be that bad but actually yeah it can be that bad. I constantly feel like I have to apologize but eventually you realize apologies do nothing. You keep telling yourself maybe you’ll feel better soon but then you realize… you’ve been telling yourself that for years now.

Am I loosing myself?
Or did I years ago?
Is that why I feel so empty inside?

Your poem

Your poem is like my song
Like my breath
Your poem is probably too long
But you add no protest
If you were like your poem youd be weak
You'd be only half the man i see
Your poem makes my heart skip
And my stomach do the dip

It takes a toll
And it makes my eyes roll
But i love it all the same
For more that just one day.
Your poem describes all i can
For what i feel for you today
And forever you will be my man
Your poem is cheesy and lame
But who cares i love you all the same.

Oh little child.
Don't judge.
Show some respect.
For an old man who thought the war.
Fought for our freedom.
For someone who is openly gay.
Someone who does nothing but love.
Show some respect.
Don't judge.
Just because someone is not like you.
Show some respect.
Oh little child.
Help making this world a better place.

The Department
I was walking down a long corridor in a Victorian building,
big and imposing stone place I was looking for a licensing
office.  As I passed a door of solid oak heard atypical
tapping of canes I opened the door the tapping stopped
a group of old men glared at me I meekly asked who they
were? Look at the sign on the door they barked I did and
on it was written “Department for angry old men.”
I joined them and was given a cane for free. A wonderful
place here we sit and protest against every invention and
women who work in offices and youth who never do as
they are told, some of them joining ISIS just to make
granddad mad. No respect, a word that flies around the room
and is spat out by old tongues. Secretly we are happy here
where we even can criticise Netanyahu and not be called anti
Semitic old Nazis.