When the orange groves are blooming,
Petals sweet then fill the air.
From white blooms then that open,
Small clinging oranges they'll bear.

What kind of light will they reach for?
Will they search for the sun's light?
If you were in the grove, Honey,
Your heart would shine very bright.

The sunshine from your sweet heart,
That your heart is so full of,
Trees would lean in search of it,
And the warmth of your heart's love.

When the orange trees are blooming,
Your sunshine they're consuming.

“Oh, Cupid!
Give me your bow and arrow
You are doing an absurd job.
How hard is it to hit the heart of my beloved?”

“Here, I’ll shoot it myself.
I’ll aim and let the arrow fly.
Look. Look how it sinks into her chest.
And watch. Watch as she falls head over heels in love with me.”

“Oh, what?
I missed?
Okay.
I’ll try again.”

“No?
Not this time?
Again.
Can I try again?”

“**** it!
Why?
Why won’t it work?
Why can’t I aim right?”

“What?
I can’t control it?
It’s a force beyond my control?
It’s a power I don’t have?”

“Why then?
Why then!?”

“Why did you shoot me?
Why’d you hit me right in the heart?
What was that for, Cupid?
What was that for!?”

“If you won’t hit her...
If I can’t shoot her...
If she will not fall in love with me—
If I cannot make her fall in love with me..."

“Then why?
Why did you aim at me?
What is this sick game you’re playing?
Tell me Cupid, what is it?”

my poor mortal kin
takes these pills just to live thin
with cancer's sly grin

butterflies
and candy lies
that’s what your
silver tongue fed me
gobbling it up
i became fat,
greedy, and dependent
on your honeyed deceit
believing in that
sweet, kind voice
i was stuck in
your trap of golden tar
unknowingly, i was dying
suffocating
starving
trying to cut
my way out of
your sticky grasp


now, i’m finally free
and i’ll never let
myself taste that
false manna again

Love is too amazing
      For anyone
  To be sorta loved

        If you’re
Going to reach for
The heart , I would
Hope  that you use
       Both hands
               For
The heart is never a thing
      To be taken lightly

          Don’t try
Grabbing it with one hand
           While
       Holding on
 To someone else’s
          Heart

Never to embrace
          The new
 While holding on To
          The old

       Remember
                      
   Love isn’t love
           Until
   It moves beyond
           Words
  Action is everything
  
  If you truly want
           To be
  In someone’s
          Life
You will create the best
       Possible
Way to get  there

            For
 We all  deserve a
Consistent kind
            Of
          Love

we are in an era where
clicks show our emotions
incapable of fact 
facing, we are really
hiding behind blue screens 
instead of sunny blue skies.

when did reality
become so oppressive
that we don't even want
to go outside, or live
the life we were meant to
live? break-up with feeling
bad for yourself--end the
digital addiction!