I always thought:             "if He exists,
                he must be the Lord of Lists.

                                             Who-did-whats?
Who-did-this?
                                             Who gets punishment?
Who's earned bliss?"

I always thought:                "if He exists,
                there ought be an ironic twist.

To watch His children who defied
and forsook His shore at
the turn of the tide."*


                                                       ­                                                 *2016 - TKO

Where does truth begin?
In a act of honor,
sacrificing yourself for judgment.
Letting them know,
that your not okay.
Caving in,
confessing wrongs.
Telling that person,
you still love them.

our flock creeps blissfully towards the abyss
we do not feel the tightened leash any longer
our heads full of beaming ignorance
because the network keeps us socially
alive

our flock ***** judgements and squeezes them
laughing in other eyes until also the exaltation
that still remains becomes ordinary and slowly
extinguishes into a darkness in which no child
can read

our flock could graze upon new lands
but prefers to stay in a barren circle
pacing up and down

up and down

I can be this love in your heart.
I can be this..this disease that crowds your memory.
I can be the one thing that clouds you're judgement and ruins your life.
I can learn every little thing about you a manipulate you into submission.
I can be whatever I choose to be to change you into the perfect love.

You can't see beyond the cover
Of this book
The preface, the synopsis is great
but you won't even look
There is imagery inside which is breath taking
and blinding gorgeous.
But will never be read
you will buy a book with a flashy front cover
Never even see me as a potential lover
I could be all you wanted
But my love for you is an ellipses...
Or a full stop.
Because it can never be
because you believe the thin surface of skin
is more inviting.

There is pressure in society
That judges how your looks should be
And when I hear a girl proclaim "I'm fat!"
As though there was something wrong with that,
Such thoughts, I tell you, just won't do
When the opposite is clearly true
Because with big girls there is more to love,
And they won't break with a playful shove.
And although I'm not one for body shaming,
And don't wish to sound like I'm complaining,
Thin girls simply lack the cellulite
To keep somebody warm at night,
Their bones protrude in awkward places
And they have gaunt, unhealthy faces
They regularly seem in a foul mood
(Which is probably caused caused by lack of food),
And you can't get anything to eat
Without them scowling at the treat,
That you, yourself, have chose to order,
While they dine on salad and water,
Until they scream "I've had enough!
You have no idea how tough
It is to keep this slender figure
And stop myself from getting bigger!"
As if it was somehow your fault
That they won't eat sugar or salt,
Or that they'll spend 3 hours at the gym
As a compromise for staying thin.
So while I'd love a girl however she looks
(As long as we like similar books,
And can talk for hours at a time,
Or not at all and still be fine)
There's very few (indeed, if any!
Although their numbers may be many),
Skinny girls I've ever met
That a big one hasn't beaten yet!
If you must lose weight I do implore
You know it's yourself you do it for
And while I must concede it doesn't matter,
To most if you're thinner or fatter,
No songwriter, I'll think you'll find
Wrote a song about a small behind
No artists brush strokes ever found
Joy in painting girls that were not round
And the best words found in poetry
Are about big girls it's plain to see
Like voluptuous, buxom, and well-rounded
With thin girls how would they have sounded?
Although I must- again- make haste to add
That no truly self-respecting lad
Would ever dream of judging you
By how you look, not what you do,
So if shedding pounds makes you feel great
Then go ahead and lose some weight,
But ignore what shallow fools may say,
As they'll just keep judging anyway,
Because the best people, you'll always find,
Will love you for what's in your mind.

"You did the right thing,"
God said to me on
The Day of Final Judgement,
"You switched the roll
Of toilet paper when
No one was looking."

Music is the savior I choose to praise
It has helped me understand others feelings
Instead of the feeling of being trapped in a maze.

It’s told as the words spoken by those who don’t know their voice
Once you release your anger, you’re at rejoice.
It’s just something you must have patience for. To sit down and write.
It’s your choice. . .
You can either choose to write down your thoughts and feelings
To save lives
Or make money and have others die.

If music wasn’t here
I wouldn’t be either.
You need to actually listen to them from your ears.

Think of what the artists are trying to speak
Is it through poetry, or just through honesty?
Don’t call them a freak
When you don’t even listen to what they have to say.

Maybe they have something good to say,
Or just trying to help a child get through the hellish day.

Music is the savior I choose to praise
It has helped me understand others feelings
Instead of feeling like I’m trapped in an endless maze.