blue on these windows
   would be red
like a *****'s lips
    ebony would be
dark as night
   scary
pink is effeminate
    green is almost the right
girl
     where do I find green colored blinders to make
human women look as appealing as
make believe
like late at night on the internet

violet is purposed
purple is purposeful

magenta colored eyes with yellow pupils
are what I seek.

I'll bring you face to face with the mirror
That your insecurities have spent years cracking, shattering
And I'll brush the shards of glass aside,
Remove the splinters from your eyes
In a way that finally shows you
You are beautiful,
You are loved,
You are enough.

My life I owe to all of you
You've kept me alive
Were my strength for so long
Were the bright side of life

This peace I've achieve thanks to you
You kept the sinister thoughts at bay
You each gave me hope
And were the light at the of the tunnel

This victory over the war inside me
Won because you each stood by my side
All of you kept me latched to humanity
You became my family
Our chains of friendship forged  

These thanks I give, they're for you
You kept me from fully shattering
Mending falling pieces
Became the definition of my life
The rainbow after the hurricane

i want to be with you
whether it is loud
or in silence
i want to be with you
in the evening, in the morning
and in between times

i want to be with you
whether evidently
or in between lines
i want to be with you
to speak, to think
to cry,  to laugh, to live

i want to be with you
no matter if it rains
or the sun is shining
i want to be with you
whether sitting, standing
or lying

i want to be with you
and experience much
taking and giving a lot
i want to be with you
in all times, in all places
for every reason

There’s a devil in me trying to raise his face
there’s a god in me trying to put him in his place
a fight to fill the hole in my heart
but the battle is lost before they can start
soul electric, here to stay
pulls me apart need to make them pay
a million volts in a lightning kiss
re-align my core in symmetrical bliss.

If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.

Sitting in a pool of ****,
other peoples ****,
**** all over me,
I am nothing,
just an object,
a still life subject
art school joke,
I'm a mess,
a **** stain,
a fugitive on the run,
running away from life.

My body is roiling and boiling and I'm spoiling for a fight
My hands shake with a grief locked in future, please suture the cuts the blood is a flood and all I see is red
Lay me down to bed, and lower me back to the earth let a there be birth from my bones

Rammed into an ill fitting life
like a cheap suit,
bursting it's seams,
it's ripped open fabric falling to the floor,
like the tears that flow from my eye's.
So here I stand, naked,
no more clothes left on the rail,
no vestiture to hide my shame,
just the coitus interruptus,
as the day slips out of my soul.