They hate and
Well, what else can I say?

They hate
Ignorant
Fear

Well, we can't change.

They hate.
They take away our rights.

Well, we keep going.

Because they hate
Because we love

Because we fight for that.

Oh to feel your touch
To feel the heat

And to not need these words

To look into those eyes
And be understood.

Isn't that what we all want?

In the meantime, though,
She has you,
But I have bad poetry,
Sad music,
Worn out books,
And burnt cookies.

Still, you do the math -
And I still have more.

Sweet revenge
To have tasted you
And then your bitter -
Nay, poisonous -
Aftertaste

I don't need to.
I know what that feels like.

Nice for a second, gone for a century,
Scarred for an age.

He spent the hours
He shed his - and others' - blood
He broke bones
He threw kicks
He received beats

And he felt them through the pulse
Of the music
The words exploded
They raked at his insides
And ripped their way out

Looking in the mirror
He finally saw that soul -
Was it his? -  That air bubble popped
And - finally - then came the upward lift

Alone but sailing
The taint slowly
Peeled back
One day at a time
He got back that suffering
He made it into songs

He changed lives
Starting with his own

And then fell back.

Time to return the favor,
They understand more than anyone
Your words still have meaning
Your message is still heard

To err is human, and
Forgiveness divine,
Forgive yourself.
We have forgiven you.

Well I gotta get this down
I don't know what to write

I can't find the right words
For the throbbing inside

And it hurts that much more
As it festers, trapped.

You better start moving on
You better stop getting involved
You better party while they die

You gotta stop
You needa rest
Look at the mirror
And change the world

Starting with you.

Gotta get back, back
to that? Well I've been there
Let's move forward.
Don't look down,
That bubble will pop
And down oh down you'll go.

Oop! Too late, that slide starts,
****** back into that styrofoam cup
Drowning again in that syrup
Stinging again by that needle.

Sweet, sticky, nauseous
Oh God help he's gone

YOU TRICKED US ALL

And there it goes laughing
At the shards of our tears
And the glint of those ****** streams.

I am not my glory;
I am not my false reality.
I am not my story;
I am not my personality.
I am not my past;
I am not my hurt;
I am not the last;
And I am not the first.

I AM, and that is enough.

I accept what is.
I understand this moment.
I love this moment.
And for this I am ever grateful.

My life is incredible.
The journey, so sweet;
My adventure, inevitable,
The path, unique.

The time is right now.
I can find my success.
I still don't know how;
But that's part of the test...

To believe in beauty,
Even when I fail to see it;
For in this act,
I become the Love I needed.