i set out to make a book of love and understanding
where we walk roads rife with wildflowers and
hike mountains with streams of meltwater

but here i find myself breathing in stormclouds
and i feel my lungs cloy with thick dust

clay and rust will replace the blood in my veins

atrophy of the mind

i want to be free of this, the constant fatigue,
the emotions overflowing as water from
a ***

i didn't mean to go this way when i saw the
fork in the road

like a river rushing crushing stones beneath our feet
we will burst from the soil green vines tangling
leaves spreading petals drinking in the light of our
mother the sun above she watches over us primal
raw loving our tribe will never die

we will never die

we are buried but we are seeds of flame of locked
potential and our oppressors are the key

we will open at their command and we will
consume them

the rumble of autos on our town's biggest thoroughfare
will never come close to the static roar that emanates
from those few centimeters between your ears

i can't hear your thoughts but their volume is deafening
and the evidence of their shouts shows in the strain in
your eyes

i've never really found washed-out irises beautiful before
but in their emptiness i see the fossils of a voice

nothing quite like forty days of rain to give the mind some time to think
or a million years of blistering heat to boil us down to our bones,
so we may see who we are below the nonsense

below the buffers we've built, the feelings we've buried -

are we pure, deep down?
how will we know?
how will we find our inborn truths and
the quirks that make us who we are?

the skies are our saviors
and in their sheen we find eyes
watching our every shift and step
and in their star-spotted skin are
the memories of the ancestors we left behind

for when the light goes out and when
the heat leaves our bones we will
know this is the beginning of the end

No love for the poor
No mercy for the dying
Our only hope is to steal from
the opulent and send their
souls up flying

I burned myself today
when the metal bit on my
lighter touched my skin

I didn't let the light go
out because I love the
way the flame dances
despite the pain

I watch the fire for its beauty
and my eyes drink it in,
I hope it never stops

All it takes is a slip of the thumb
to ***** out the warmth

We were never good at talking things out,
tongues like switchblades

Never good at figuring ourselves out,
wills carved in evergreens

Your wide eyes never knew me
and your hands never touched my skin,
I know it needs to be this way so I
can get out of your mind