O heart, soul, core, me:
If I do exist,
I am exactly pristine in condition
Under the surface of a pond
Frozen in eternal ice.

O want, wish, will, dream:
The ice that denies life,
Sapping its oppressive strength,
Transforming its innocent weakness;
Making brittle the bold,
Making hard the soft.

O form, frame, flesh, face:
The palm of my hand
Is spread against the bottom of the ice,
Reaching up as though to grasp
All the nothing I aspire to.

You know, it's been rough.
I lost my girl, my job, my car
And I never was enough.

My refuge is gone and my heart remains yearning
But after all this time I'm still just learning
I just wish you didn't have to be a life lesson

There are two lives in my head
One is still with you
The other is dead.

I’m a rainy day parade.
A parade that was rained on
but decided to play anyway.

Neither the rain nor the parade is a charade.
Rather, the rain is Kool-Aid and the parade is a wall
of a bar.
I’m on the other side looking far



too






gone.
I sob and blub between a racket of thunder and brass.
Every emotion I feel feels crass.

Alas, are these drops tears or rain?
My life is a metaphor for itself.
Is that irony or plain?
Maybe they were drops of Kool-Aid.

I love when I feel happy
It comes around constantly
More often that it may seem

When they see my face
They feel a cold embrace
When in actuality
I welcome all emotions equally

Its usually just my fear
That causes how I may appear
Like a spider or a bee
I fear you much more than you do me  

And if you were to hear me speak
You'd find no tongue and cheek
I offer my olive branches
Quiet earnestly

And even though I may hibernate
And my fear eventually
takes over me
I always in the end
Feel the burning under my skin

I love in bursts
Its violent
And it can hurt
But I love
I love I love I love

I love being happy
So happy I bounce off the walls
Off of you
Off of the mountains
Until it echos  

I love being sloppy in my joy
I love leaving a mess
I love when it's overjoy
And I love the overkill

I love being so happy
It runs out completely
And the car in my heart sputters
And stops in the middle of the road

I love walking to the next gas station
With my shoes in my hand
Feeling exhausted
Like I could never love again

But nevertheless
I always seem to find
The next station
And I refuel
And I can go again