When
was the last time
you did something
for the first time?

When
was the first time
you did something
for the last time?

would you pave your heart
and make it a parking lot
where nothing can grow

You were wrong again, mistress.
How many times the delusion
Oh, Queen of the Universe.

With your forgotten
bag of stars
left somewhere
on the train to Utah.

They'll never know
you lived on Venus and
loved for eternities.

But now here you are
feigning mortal on
a big blue ball.

Rolling your eyes at
white bread and to a man
called Jesus.

“Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”* -Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit

You aren’t real yet.
You are not alive
Until you’ve felt
Them circling you.

Not until you’ve seen
Them laughing at you
And your shabby facade.

Not until you’ve experienced
The fright of waning.
Of what it
Means to be yourself
and still worthy.

Love is the crucifixion
and the resurrection.

It is the gift from the Cosmos
to pick you back up
despite who you were.

Love is what will
make you real
And alive and forever.

cupid's small arrow
is a fly speck compared to
the axe of lost love

Some times when
The shells are dropping
All around your position
It become hard to stay awake

And in my dreams
Gravity is defied
RV spaceships
Floating in the sky

Aliens on a mission
Irrational fears engage
Dread beyond despair
In the part of the brain
Where the horrors of the day
Are processed and stored away
Rapid eye movement
Chaotic breathing
Unconscious bumps and beatings

The world ended so many times
Over and over waking up
In that prison cell
But somewhere
Some how
We find peace...