heart, a softened shard thumping deeper than itself I insert music in my ears Picking things, living and inanimate, snatching from all around me; I put reality in my pocket, kidnapping eyes as I build my time-armor to crunch the kilometers so hard to swallow feeding the cogs of routine daily and hourly bits of myself
There's a fight between us In every imaginable way You could call it a match But that would be misleading When we focus on our differences Versus is what we find interest in
I turn on the news To watch illegal aliens versus ****** predator There's a wall between them That has a money stem And perceptions Of bad intentions Even our valuable verses versus When critics can't agree what to purchase
Us versus them When us is me And them is you Rich versus poor Bush versus Gore The churches versus each other On points as minor as the cover They attack a mirror As hatred becomes clearer
We fight constant battles Our brain constantly rattles From the anxiety brought by our fellow man But when our anxiety is part of their plan To rule the timid We hit our limit For love we plead To counteract greed Because when it's us versus ourself Look what that does to our health
The paint is flaking and falling off splotched edges discoloration stormy days weathered years creaking and leaking cracking from heating the physics of aging and seasons of raging the terrible toll they are taking makes you think this old house needs replacing.
But listen to the voices of laughter and loving hear echoes of weeping and promise keeping poems that were spoken being whole and broken see the tears that were shed the glories in bed sighs and lies some of them said inside the house that was home these many years.
Inside spirit reigns with angels unchained where heart and soul on a journey bold through seasons of pain where demons were slain new life was greeted death was cheated souls were enrolled in miracle courses treasures discovered of higher forces.
This old house of seventy six years holds joys along with fears. The structure isn’t new but inside there is youth.
Strange desires They call them ‘strange desires’ In this time and era I’m considered old-fashioned And my mama tells me to grow up That life is not a bed of roses And that men are not what you need But a girl can still always dream
There are always those nights Where it’s too late to talk to anyone else And I dream of you A man I have never seen Holding my hand And stealing my first kiss And startle awake in the depths of misery For a dream is what it’ll always be
In this world of growing feminism Independence is a key criterion Hitting the books instead of ***** Hitting the schools instead of dates But there’s always a part of me yearning For that one true love Maybe Disney has completely tarnished me But maybe that’s just me
But is it wrong to wish for love? A hand to hold? A shoulder to cry on as days get cold? While my brain completely comprehends reality My heart sings another story
And that is why I dream I dream of a world where I found you Where someone exists perfect for me Where it’s okay for me to be just me And I close my eyes, far resigned
If only reality were as sweet as dreams Maybe I would have you with me