I asked a man a question I'd been thinking.
"Why is it that humans scopes have been shrinking?"
He gave me a frown,
And looked me up and down
Then told me that I should start drinking.

You are the Coke you once drank,
contradictory, sickly biting sweet.
I want you to hear what is true
through- your overtly carbonated
beliefs.

Because-

I know what I believe hurts you
Because your Pop stings my gums and swallows my teeth
I know that you cannot accept what was said
Because the fizz of your mind contorts me for your own sanity.

But-

I know that you don't know what I believe
Because if you did you'd break your old fashioned bottle
and begin to listen to me.

I want you to hear the lies
you've had me drink;
I want you to realize their hypocrisy.
Please, take a sip of your own Cola sting
Because you aren't what you think.

Glass is what I see you through
The world changes, as does my view
The scene today is pensive
Through my glass you look so defensive
And I want to look at you the way
You really are today

Glass is what holds me from you
The invisible shield that you threw
Unconscious, I'd like to think
But I couldn't know, we aren't in sync
I want to sit by you today
But I don't know if that'd be okay

Glass isn't something you can feel
This view and shield, it isn't real
Not in the way that you are thinking
Not in the way that you are linking
Together these words of mine
I wish that you could align

These things
Humanities endless rings
That each and every soul
Has it's very own glass whole
Of everything that could be
But, it is wholly your choice to see

The paper told me something different than it told you.
How can ink speak so clearly and still we get it all wrong?
These things I ask but I feel so far gone, so far gone..

Darling you said it's gone and I did too,
but what does that mean for me and for you?
Could we cage it?
Could we mark it in stain?
And when it's all gone can we remain, can we remain?

The radio wailing has turned it's voice too loud,
and it's speaking is not always true, I've found.
In little voices and silent terms, the key of subjectivity yearns
and it can't remain when Truth is so wrong, when your Truth is so wrong.

What we have been told and what we have taken
seems to have constantly been mistaken into something else
that eludes logical comprehension.
We strive to provide the lies that we like and turn all else to
dice that roll on the table sides only to remain a piece of the game,
the same old wrong game..

One day let us pray that what we all say and what we all hear
is exactly what was intended, no context to fear.
And the people that speak, one day will we meet, and a blossoming might surface.
And that will be the day that the paper told me what it did you;
The day that I might understand.

You are the reason that I survive, Truth.

a sanctuary is a figment
that holds onto
crepe thin walls
attempting to console

                                                        ­ & I am so sad,
& I am delicate.


a rectangle-d square
that encases
abundant possessions
wanting purpose

                                                        ­ & I am so sad,
& I am meaningless.


a mirrored niche
that abounds
exorbitant realities
coaxing something

                                                      ­   & I am so sad,
& I am unfound.


my sanctuary is a figment
that I hold onto
nostalgic for touch
I long for you

                                                         & I am so sad,
& I am foolish.

                                                       ­ 
emotional access                               chalant-less spew
you can choose                                 I can't choose
garnered love                                   brained tongue
I give to you                                     given through



& I am so sad,
                       painless in your tone,
                                                         passing as you go.

He was a tall man, six-foot-three.
He was broken; a bad family.

I will fix you, I promised.
I will love you, I pledged.

                                                       ­  She was a glimmer, a light.
                                                         She would deliver me from night.

                                                         I will treat you, I promised.
                                                       ­  I will love you, I pledged.


                   But broken men don't make caring lovers,
        and she had not learned about peoples' layers or covers.


                                                       ­  Don't touch me..
                                                         Don't TOUCH ME!


He had cowered in the corner, below the bread.
Later, I wished he had hit me instead.

                                                       ­                                    
                                                         This hurt could not be        
                                                         forgiven.
                                                       ­  Her once beautiful glimmer will
                                                         now only cause my derision.

                                                      ­   Her confession of that other man,
                                                         my friend's obsession.
                                                      ­   Her crying tears, LIES;
                                                         her hands attempts to console my
                                                         fears.

I begged for forgiveness;
it had come out wrong.
I sank to the kitchen floor,
his rejection too strong.


                            But this wouldn't be the last,
             there are only so many times a heart can recast.


                        What's going on...?
                        Why is she crying?..!


An angel came.


                        My crying child.


                                                        ­ A demon came.


My angel caressed me, held me;
I shouldn't despair.


                                                      ­   A demon encompassed her, held
                                                         her;
                                                         she was impaired.


                        I had felt this coming, I should have prepared.
                        That was the last night that I had cared.


When I should have left you...


                        She should leave him.


                                                         When you left me...


I had tried to explain...
but he won't listen Momma.
He wont let me touch him...
I didn't do anything wrong.

My breaking heart took comfort in her.
The minutes becoming an angry blur.                


                        How dare you..                                                       
                        She was trying to protect you.
                        You should be mad at him!


                                                         She LIED to me!


                        She never lied to you.
                        Without him you have no roof,
                        now you have no where to go.


                                                         Blinded by the broken pieces in
                                                         me.
                                                         I relapsed and found that I could
                                                          n­ow see.

                                                         My glimmer had only withheld
                                                        ­ that of which I could not have
                                                         quelled.

                                                       ­  Will you forgive me?


                        I let her go and silently prayed
                        that this incident would be heavily weighed.

                        That their obvious imperfections
                        would no longer prelude the needed corrections.
                        

Hold me.


                        She outstretched her arms
                        and that was it, as if there was no need for my alarms.


                    But that is what the foolishly in love do
      they forgive the unacceptable and settle for 'I love you."

Woman I can't see you,
where did you go?

The forms that surround you
are solid, you glow.

If I peer shyly toward
some substance appears,

Yet if I look too hard
you are swallowed in tears.

My hardening heart can see
but doesn't imbue.

I blink, it couldn't be true,
all along it was you.

There is a lack of anything brilliant
and I let you make it that way.
You are obsessive and cold;
I was reeled in.

Time passes, an eon ensues
and I still can't lie down.
I'm oppressed and growing older;
I was cajoled by you.

There is a warmth in my arms,
and he is my beacon.
You are a memory, old.
I was right.

Time goes on with me
and without me, you do too.
There is only one thing left,
one thing that is still you.

Night.

My days turned Night.

Supplicate my need
perspiration collects & I follow.
Desire me,
a lack of understanding ensues.

Consider my will
winds howl, caught & I follow.
Find me,
a certainty of all of the unaware.

Placate my lust
smoke pervades & I follow.
Love me, please
cause I don't see tomorrow.

                  & This is what I ask
                      This is my need
                      This is my will

You concede to familiarity
& live your life day to day
Taking me by night
Trading a constant for encompassing days
You are okay

                  & That is what you ask
                      That is your need
                      That is your will

But take my nights, please
I do not reproach you them
Take everything I can give
& all that I cannot

But promise me, please
that once you will pander my need
to be happy

Sounding steps, furthering steps
Down the cement line
Softly pressing, urgently pressing
Closer into mine

A white sky to paint upon
A smile to mark it
A telling of how long
And their kiss to know they sought it

Keeping words, filtering words
Down the contact line
Keenly holding, genteelly holding
Closer into thine

A hot breeze to bask upon
A laugh to mark it
A calming of how long
And their flesh to know they sought it

Warming hands, conserving hands
Down the comfort line
Wanly moving, astutely moving
Farther away from mine

A soft beam to guide upon
A stare to mark it
A smile is far gone
And her tears to know they sought it