Pitiful child, born by chance
Into a house that was haunted.
Quite the shock and surprise;
Ghost of Christmas Child Unwanted.
There he was with all his need
The wreck of so many plans
Of weekends movies and bars.
Too much for Mom to understand.

Pretend for the neighbors, then
Because that’s why you wed.
It was better to be pregnant.
Seen as gay? Worse than dead.
Or seen as weird, crazy, strange
Or in any other way un-weddable
Was something horrifying to them
And sure to turn out regrettable.

Pitiful child, grew up in the way.
Nothing to hope for at end of day.
Food, shelter, clothing, and told
That’s all kid is entitled to anyway.
None of this mollycoddling;
Nothing more, no true nurture.
What else could come about
But a dismal hope for the future?

It’s all about the relationship
Between the kid’s Mom and Dad
And anything that draws focus
Means the kid is being bad.
So, beat the kid again, slap him
Make him go without his meal.
Make him understand that rage
Is something expected and real.

Pitiful child, has no more trust
That the world will ever relent
And make a place for him to be
Until fires of hell are all spent.
Armageddon itself can come
And he knows that his parents
Will still be there to point out
It’s because he is totally errant.

I want to cut off all my hair
my body is craving change
it's crying out for a change of scenery
but as I think of endless ways
to snip my strands
into something new
my mind keeps crawling back to you
of how you loved my luscious locks
the sensation of running your greedy fingers through it
the way it fell down my back
and how I twirled it when my nerves got the best of me
I think of how
you were too scared to brush it
because you thought you might hurt me
so careful with my body
but so reckless with my heart
and the longer I think
the more thankful I become
because you helped me discover
exactly who I don't want to be
so if you don't like my hair
(which you most likely won't)
the new me
would like to relay a message

I don't care

it's poetry when he speaks
it's supernovas and entire galaxies colliding
when he speaks to me

She has a tender heart
branded as the classic fool.
She seeks nowhere further
than the textbooks on her floor.
But she has palmed
death upon death upon death of hopes.
She’s hiding five empty bottles under her ragged couch
-convincing herself that
alcohol can make her whole enough.

I never really was too sure
Though once I thought I was
I decided to have a look
But found only laws
I could see the light
But didn’t know why
My hair was wet
But my mind was dry
My voice was loud
But knowledge was silent
Inside every wrong word
Were the seeds of violence
Not to naked flesh
But still you bled
I wondered how this could be
That a scar became what I said
I carried it everywhere with me
The only idea I had was guilt
The only smile was knowing it
It was then that doubt was built
I had an opinion once
It was something important
But the man on the corner
Still has a hole in his shoe
The things I can’t see
The life around the corner
A book never opened
Was why I couldn’t warn her
I decided if we’d never met
Your reputation would survive
Because if I say nothing
The truth remains alive

I bake my words, served to you with love
Until they've simmered through and through
And although they may seem meaningless
I still recommend you slowly chew

There is a flavor to my words
The ingredients, I myself grew
Each morsel hand picked to be used
For the stew made for just us two

A dash of this and a dash of that
All while conscious not to include trans fat
A healthy meal of friendly chat
That's where I see us, that's where we're at

The stove acts as the interpreter
That transcends consumption into fact
And it's the essence of a home cooked meal
Which allows for opposites to attract

I put my soul in to my soul food
I stir up the fun in my fondue
Just as I do with my advice to you
To be washed down with a frothy brew

I speak with good intentions
I'll use my past experience as proof
You'll see....
I'll have you dancing beside your tastebuds
Before this evening's through
With song in heart and stomach full