I wish I could fly
With angel wings
I'd cut through the night sky
As the church bell rings

Soaring high above the pointed rooftops
Where the creatures gather in the concrete jungle
In a daily ritual to shake coins from the trees

Hard to break habits
A meaningless shuffle
from birth to death
Its purpose remains hidden

I can't fly
I have no wings
The trees bear no fruit
Will I ever know?

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

Shannon sang:
Life is hard,
We have to change

Global pandemics and
Civil uprisings

Nothing will be the same

People in the streets
Voices carry
Did they hear us?

No justice,
No peace

An echo

Rubber bullets
Mace in the face
Independence day

All lives matter,
So they say

Girl in the green shirt

Costume covers
Grieving mothers

Life is hard,
We have to change

Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.

Can you hear me,
with your hands cupping your ears

I'm speaking to you,
wiping away my tears

Can you see me,
with your hands covering your eyes

I'm giving myself to you,
I have shed my disguise

Are you listening to me,
Can you make out my pleas?

You couldn't see me
You couldn't hear me

Now I'm gone.

Don't believe that the end is good?
The end is wicked beyond belief.
Does the end make you shiver?
Does it?

All that is inevitable is not the end,
The end, by all accounts, is inevitable.
Does the end make you tremor?
Does it?

Pay attention to the end,
The end is near.