You are not from here.

Scriptures carved in lies, innocents seeking light with pleads then neverminds, hypocrisy blinds the Truth in spite

Transactions decline to pray, so flow those tears from the oceans of your blame and shame, come and wash your guilt away

With flesh and blood we're trained, programmed by pain into acronyms to which we have been chained and tamed

They break our rings and steal our dreams, shackle our souls to shadow beings, addict us to our fears with social puppet strings

In hopes red raindrops paint your wrists, slit to bleed and feed their bliss, they absorb our energy into the unholy negative

We must not dread to kiss the sun, and remember inside that we are enough

Unclasp our fears and escape their mind, that hive of theirs which is subjected to time

Yet you are timeless, O' Light from above, made up of stardust.. with a mission of Love.

I truly felt in tune when the music of me and you began to play, whisking me away to dance our fevered Waltz in the ballroom of I don't care what happens! This feels too great right now to let the fear do any needless hating...

...then all of a sudden the tempo, it raises the pace of us faster and faster, so we spin and we spin ...

...punch drunk dizzy with drunken punches to the soul, we did what I think we both knew we would do...

...out of breath with smoker's coughs ringing their alarms, we fall down hard...

But guess what, here's the thing.

Yes, we both did epically stage-dive and break our ******* legs...

But we also said **** that, we're ******* rockstars on the stage of this ****** up concert called life and love!

Let's help each other climb back up, with two good legs between us, leaning on what we also both know:

There's still more songs to be sung!

Imagine being born a person whom always felt as if people and the world do not make sense, and were always deep in thought about it, as such, a thing happened where embarrassment of self became the norm. Mix in drinking, and it increases tenfold... progressively worsening over time.

I hate this feeling of being lonely, yet wanting to be alone at the same time...

...and then questioning myself with this annoying little rhyme...

Is it the comfort of this familiar sadness that drives me to push people away?

I had my choice, and I chose loneliness... I guess I can't complain.

Once, I had a dream...

I was at the bus station...
and I was looking for someone...
and I could sense them...
I knew that they were near...

A familiarity that felt like coming home.

The world around me was in black and white and gray, and through the crowd I saw a flicker of blue light, a spark like electricity that drew me in as if I were a magnet, and I moved closer as this forced moved away, leading me to a space devoid of other souls, and she sat down with her back against a wall. I approached in relief and took my seat next to her and grabbed onto her held out hand.

Her hair was blue like fire and very long, surrounding her shoulders and framing her beautiful face which glowed like a diamond bursting with a soft pink light… her eyes piercing me with a sparkling emerald green, the depth of them seemingly endless.

She smiles a knowing smile at me as she closes her eyes in great relief, and sighs deeply as she squeezes my hand. I felt like I hadn’t seen her in forever, even though we’ve never met on this plane of existence.

I peer down at our hands and realize for the first time that I’m glowing, too, and that our colored glows are different colors, hers blue and mine red, but as we sit and connect the colors blend... and become a deep purple, pulsating and growing outward in swirls surrounding us, protecting us as we sit, leaning in closer to each other, her eyes now open again and drawing me in…

...and as our lips get closer there is a crackling sound, and pure energy fills the small space between them like the points of a taser, and when I press into her lips with mine there is a sound like the stoppage of time, and I hear our hearts beating in unison and nothing else…

…and we kiss until we both begin to vibrate faster and faster, embracing one another as tight as we can until our light and our energy becomes a blinding display of pure love and power, finally exploding and shattering the physical world around us into oblivion...

...and we are suspended in space surrounded by countless points of our light like fireflies, our energy expanded into a brilliant array of tiny little infinite universes… and she pulls her lips off of mine and gazes deep into my eyes again and says…

“Welcome home, my long lost friend.”

Whomever, whatever, or wherever you are..

Send me angels or your son again, or in another dimension tell my higher self that he needs to take the wheel again, or blend my spirit with your spirit and lift me up, fill my cup with something lighter than blood, like light and love and faith that moves this mountain of pain and grief that weighs me down so much…

Godless sounds like an icky thing, but having God exist and being disconnected from it is much worse, this I know from experience… so let me see with eyes of truth, are you reading this? I really think I need some proof… so I may understand what it means to lose myself for other human beings

Welcome to 1984.

Love is now illegal.

No longer may you empathize with the broken.

You must never talk to strangers.

Don't even think about it anymore.

Its against the law to find common ground.

Divisiveness is a requirement.

Joy is an immediate danger.

What's on the dockett for society today?

Argue over nothing.

Hate your neighbor because they're different.

Don't you dare put that phone down.

Politics is all that matters now.

Do you hear the silence?

It's a beautifully deafening sound.

There's a scoreboard of likes to be had!

Judge everyone from a pale horse.

Religion and a sword to strike them down.

Don't hold that door for that woman.

That's ****** harassment in am evening gown.

Don't use that bathroom!

Handicap is a gender now.

Give us all your guns!

If you dont we just kmow you'll **** children.

And become the talk of the town.

What have we become?

I'm tired of chain-smoking.

I'm tired of the now.

It's not about amendment rights.

It's not about Trump cards.

It's not about those clowns.

It's about each other.

It's about being understood.

When we emit empathy..

There's no room for any blood.

In Love be lost and found