My bones are made of ice
No matter how much ember flows through your words
It's not going to vaporize my Stonehenge
I'm not going to quarrel, play pretend
I'm at the start, you're at the end
I have a couple of messages, let them send
When this conversation is over
You'll learn your lesson
Because i have a confession
I don't appease to just anyone

Life is an splendid source.
A kiss can hack our heart.
A hug can cure sadness.
A Smiley, move clouds,
For a brighter day.

I am my mind, my memory and my mask
I am my heart, my head and my hand
I am my soul, my sanity and my sin
I am my secret, my sorrow and my skin
I am my sight, my senses and my stomach
I am my future, my fingers and my flesh
I am my grave, my growth and my guts
I am my past, my present and my pain
I am my bitterness, my blood and my brain
I am my words, my wounds and my will
I am my sweets, my *** and my scull
I am my thoughts, my tears and my trust
I am my loneliness, my lungs and my lust
I am my love, my lover and my lies
I am my emotions, my echoes and my eyes
I am my Gods, my groans and my ghosts
I am my fears, my freedom and false
I am my familly, my form and my force
I am my satisfaction, my swears and my scores
I am my organs, my oddness and my OCD
I am my disease, my Demons and my destiny
I am my prison, my prayers and my pest
I am my ******, my madness and my mess
I am my house, my humanity and my hormones
I am my battles, my body and my bones

I am what I am made from

I am made from my parents
Therefore
I am my mother and I am my father

I am made from the dust
Therefore
I am the air and I am the ash

I am made from just nothing
Therefore
I am just nothing

i am faster than you
information flows threw me
like rocks through the air towards
windows needing broken
i am the dog of singular
multilaritied distributed kingqueenships
of ***** not given
and dances received
i just go
wherever they tell me next
to be imprisoned
i break bars i ogle stars
and we are just here
WE WERE HARE
I am eel
there is cooks
lined up to aet me
lust is the middle name of how hungry for food
thirsty for water
and alive we are!!!

I've swallowed whole my humble pie
For years now without remorse
I was content to leave it all as such
And let all things take its 'natural' course
But then I learned I could take a pen
And weave words around a rhythmic display
If it wasn't for that fateful chance
I wouldn't be half the man I am today

Because when I get sad, I close the door
And I cry
But when I get sad and think of these words
I get by

These words are my reconciliation
To a life in which I can relate
But I feel so shameful
When I chose mine
Because I chose mine

For years to come, I would covet this
A final poem, a final prose
And in the hours that past me by
I never seem to write any of those
These words I love to put to the test
As if tried and true never failed
And in my path comes consequence
of the catered streams where they wade
I've used them up, I've brought them down
On many, oft without mercy or delay
Without them, I'd never get this far
I'd never tell you in this way

But when I get here and close the door
I can get by
But when I'm alone with these words
I still cry

These words are my appreciation
Something I can dedicate
But it’s often so painful
When I chose mine
Because I chose mine

©2015 Neal Emanuelson