We are angels, made of light,
Becoming more each other when we touch.
But we matter more than mass.
Are angels waves or particles?
Waves crash,
But what do Particles do?
Collide.

The world will be better after science proves god exists.

I've trudged the tracks of righteousness alone
And walked the walk of wickedness with grace.
I've done things I cannot now condone
On either side-- you'd see it in my face.

I thank god for this life which I have wasted
And all the gifts which it has given me,
But how do I repay when I've not tasted
The lavish love of such an old decree?

"By faith" you say. I say "you have it all,
For I'm not one to disbelieve my doubt
But faith? Oh, please don't make me lol.
Betrayal changes what men are all about."

Perhaps god's nothing. I'm fine with it;
Ex nihilo cogitatione fit.

I love you more than life and death,

and all the words of earth combined.

I'd give you even my last breath,

and in your heart I might just find

the thing that I've been looking for,

the love I crave so frightening.

You're not my lost and loved Lenore,

but something much more quieting.

I'm speechless in you presence, though

I'd never give you up to doubt,

and all my feelings I can crow

will never let you run about.

I love you better than myself,

and that, my dear, defines itself.

What life do I take pleasure in

but taking glory in my sin?

If there's a god that finds me lacking

Then he deserves a decent smacking.

I may not believe like you or you;

I also can't know for certain what's true.

My mind will not allow me to.

I wonder how a rhododendron smells.
Such a lovely word should have a scent
To match, but words keep secrets the object tells;
What fragrance could this flower represent?

I've smelled my share of flowers, sweet and sour:
Roses for rapture, Chrysanthemums for trust,
Daisies for friendship with magic healing power,
Rue for unrequited, and lilies for lust.

I'd like to make a newer scent by breeding
Flowers with all the traits I love the best.
My unconditional tulip has been pleading
For a sweeter scent than all the rest.

Your love has such a scent my love can blend on
Sweet enough to smell like Rhododendrons.

I want to scream for her,
cry with her,
hold her.
I’d die for her.

But no matter what I want for her,
it already happened to her.

Still, I’ll keep fighting for her,
and maybe he’ll apologize to her.

And I hope she can say:

I don’t need your words,
I have your actions.
I have no self-pity,
I don’t see the attraction.

I have respect for myself
and love from some others.
They are my family,
my sisters and brothers.

You are nothing to me.
Don’t flatter yourself
as breaking me down.
I feel no shame in myself.

You are the one I feel sorry for,
flopping around like a bug on the floor.

You don’t have a friend in this world
‘cept the mud and the grime.
Do you really think your words
can turn back time?

Well I have to fly now,
I have places to be,
things to do,
and loved ones to see.

I’m a full-fledged bird
who has learned how to soar.
I don’t have time
for small bugs on the floor.

And with that, she would turn
and fly far away,
leaving the bug alone
with nothing to say.