far cry to belong
hearing the cry of a poet's song
may I join this elite group
my thoughts are flowing like soup
there is no more outlets
for my mind's full of countless
words at my fingers
and so they linger
in fear that they won't be heard

You know I have never learned to dance
But when the music comes on my body starts moving
Sometimes like a ballet, sometimes tap
Sometimes a mix of everything in between
I don't care if people laugh, maybe they'll even join
If I can get them to dance
Maybe they will see the joy
But tonight I will just grab your hand
And hope you come along
For this is a little dance
And this is a little song

Everytime I hit the front page
I am saddened by the tortured souls
Who populate its halls

I will not write sad poetry
I will endeavor to brighten these corridors
Feel free to join me.

The feel of skin on skin,
The feeling of clothes being pulled torn off,
The push of her hands to make me move,
The feel of her hands trailing over my body,
The tingle the leave,
The feel of luxurious lips kissing my skin,
The final push the gasp of pleasure,
The joining of two hearts and soul,
The glorious Ecstasy.

Have me i'm yours.
Take me i'm yours.
Own my i'm yours.

I'm Yours.

If you can't beat them, join them.
That system that beats you down
Pick a side, have a good ride
Finish it to the end.

Hasn't worked out too well.
What to do? What to do?

If you can't beat them, become them.
That power of the opressor
Use it, abuse it, live large
Crack that whip.

Hasn't worked out to well.
What to do? What to do?

If you can't beat them, change them.
Sweet knowledge and empathy
Change a heart, make a friend
Seek out humanity.

Hasn't worked out to well.
What to do? What to do?

Join me again for the young and the restless.
So, you don't get anxious for the past couple of years.
In your lifetime.

Anonymous. 12/25/2015.

I am waiting for a train.
To take me home or to my doom.
A fifty-fifty chance is all I have.

I have time to dance.
I have time to sing.

What should do while I wait?
Should I run to be first in line?
Or should I stand and wait for my fifty-fifty fate?