"Nobody loves me but my mama baby
and you know she could be jiving too..."

Really nothing left to say.

~mced

bae is sick
his name isn't ****
this sounds like a rap
but it isn't a map
he pronounces stuff strangely
he can say "aluminum" barely
he has the flu I think
he needs to see dr dake
we have shows to go to
but he still has the flu
so I'm lonely as heck
for bae who isn't named beck

the lines on our hands
mingle with the
roughness of the fibre

of our skins

talking of touches
long spent

-

there are grooves decorating
our feet

our soles are flattened

only reminders of the places we've been

-

crinkles beside our mouth and eyes

they speak
of smiles
to faces
whisper of tears
in air

-

sometimes
we forget
we drift


*and just like the last time,

we're drawn into the story that never finished
- a story never told

It was the opposite of romance
when we did the two person dance without pants
We said **** it and took a chance
You know what they say, when in France...
In Rome, whatever
when you seduced me it was clever
Now I wish I could flip it like a lever
instead of live with it forever
Cause the next time we see each other will be never
Call it a one night stand
but it left me feeling the opposite of grand
cause now life is boring and bland
With all the pieces falling like sand
and nothing has balance
I can't believe I took this stance
I must have been in a trance
It was the opposite of romance...

the shoes are imprinted with the paved streets
there is never enough time


our eyes sparkle
but the eyebags belied the many nights
whiled away

smiling at the stars
new maps every night

gazes change as the skies change
we traverse different longitudes

trees spill into trees
there never was a need to distinguish

our passports fading crumbling
paths always leading to each other

will we still be left with an identity?

the ocean of my bloodline calls out to me
from the sinew of my scars

we walk, strangers on parallel shores


the cigarette butts have been rubbed out all over my inner thigh

a flash there

another here

the platinum shackles on my ears and hand
betray my animosity

- this is no social call

Bullets, bombshells, boots,
blasted buildings, broken bones.
A blitzkrieg bombing.

Blackened bouncing baby bunnies burning brightly,
burdened by boils,
bleating bleakly,
but blessed by blindness,
brings bliss beyond beauty.

Break-
Break free--
I am pulling at these chains, though in return they're pulling me.

I am stuck-
Suffocating-
I am choking-
        I'm stuck!
How could this be?

Young children running down a green pasture-
Dreams so large, so real, so fierce-
I was there-
       That was me!

Look now-
Look at me now--
Can you see?
An adult lost at sea.

Stuck, Lost, Confused-
In a kingdom so large.
So many others-
       yet still feel alone

Searching for the 'free' in freedom,
Though cornered into fear,
All the rules choking me in,
The 'free' will never be near.