Mom and Pops, thank you for coming together
Mom, especially for pushing through, you weathered
The trimesters, pain, and uncertainty
Pops did not pass out, he tried earnestly

Here I am today to thank You for grace
Your example is to what I strive for and chase
While I attempt to follow heavenly steps, not quite perfectly
I will continue cherish the life given to me, eternally

I don't need to purchase a calendar annually
To know that you're my favorite day every day of the year
Twenty four hours, three hundred and sixty five days
Is not enough my dear
Music I will always hear
No instruments needed
All these musings might make you conceited
It'd be well deserved
Your voice is a language I don't have to learn, but i want to
And your doubt is what i yearn
To dismantle
I'll be  gentle
When your soul is mine to help handle
Forget all the other distractions
I want to solve all your fractions
Fix all the contraptions
Woven into you
Thirteen star signs and you shine brighter than every one of them combined.

by Arcassin Burnham



I don't understand why a guy like me is rejected by you for a guy that thinks
hes like some sort of big shot while having friends and drive a car while I
have nothing at all...
I don't understand why girls don't like me , I'm the type of guy that'll marry
you from fields to scenery,
But you just want a cool edgy dude with an attitude and makes you miserable,
and doesn't really care for your feelings,

i'll give you the joy and the rain at the same time sending signals of everything
that your ex wasn't and you thought he was going to be your husband,
so blinded by the truth of someone that would be sensitive to your
every need,
i was always there , since high school and when we had little feet,
why lord?
why won't any girl love me,
i am just a pawn in the love game while having fantasies
of intimacy?
lord please tell me..
will i grow old and alone in a house and just wait for my death
to hurry up and find me?
and the long distance stuff is just boring...
would i look back on the times that i did that
and it could be reassuring?
and my exes ignore me...
i didn't really see a future with them anyways so it really
shouldn't bother me..
and that's why,
I don't understand why a guy like me is rejected by you for a guy that thinks
hes like some sort of big shot while having friends and drive a car while I
have nothing at all...
I don't understand why girls don't like me , I'm the type of guy that'll marry
you from fields to scenery,
But you just want a cool edgy dude with an attitude and makes you miserable,
and doesn't really care for your feelings.

This time of year, I often hear of new beginnings
A slate wiped clean, a "do over"
All mistakes forgiven and all debts pardoned
But no wrong is right without effort
Effort is futile without a plan
And a plan is not justified without practice
This time of the year I reflect on my preparation
This time of year I reflect on my presentation
This time of the year I don't wipe my slate clean
I look for the catalyst of the mess I've made
Because this isn't a new beginning
It's a continued effort, to one day, get it right

A moment of weakness,
Quickly followed by a moment of clarity.
It's true once you did.
But now
You mean nothing to me.

Taboo.
Forbidden love.
Never meant to be,
But can that be true?
What stars in the sky reject it?
The law of gravity does not address it.
Free for all.
But why doesn't it feel free for me?
Taboo.
I can taste it on my tongue,
But why must I stop?
Why does this feel wrong,
When it is so right.
Taboo.
Euphoric connection,
Not a ****** relationship,
Just an intellectual one.
Taboo.
Years should not make a difference,
It's a sign of wisdom beyond my years,
Of which I want to embrace
Taboo.
Six years.
Taboo.
Lover of my mind.
Corrupt the rules.

When Christmas and New Year's Day are finished
and you are tired and all your energy has diminished
When all you can do is creep into dreams
Of being in a new year
Yet having one toe dipped in the past
Sleep and dream of happiness that will last
Tomorrow's not going anywhere
The present is all we have
Yet we can make more memories of good times had
and they can live on with us
Good times to discuss
With our friends who we trust
So start new trends in the new year
Make new friends and lets be clear
But get some rest for now
Because you have worn yourself out
and yet the future is ours
For the taking
whether in dreams or reality we are making.

I don't dare to watch you dance;
I drink a little bit more, and a little bit more.

I'm asking someone to make me a drink;
I say too much, I stand too close.

My lovers go to art school, and then go home for the holidays,
but I live here, like the indigenous left behind after the tourists left,
after the army came.

It's strange how they come here to be artists, and I live like this.

I thought I'd start the year fresh.
I thought I'd be carefree, ******* and happy.
A stereotype, or a cliché.

I'm still black like my brother, and white like my neighbor.
I'm still a princess to my lovers, and some strange man to my coworkers.
I drink a little bit more, and I'm drunk again.

We celebrate annually a time of new.
Like time itself is a new concept.
Millions of people celebrating one moment
to hold the rest in our sweet memories
As if this one party could capture life's wrath
and life's breath in one glimpse.
Why celebrate now?
When every gasp of breath
is a feat in itself worthy of kings.
When time ticks every other precious moment
we mope around and wait till time ends
for us to spill out our gratitude for what was.
In the end of time, we list what we could fix about the past
when the past has gone into the void of the nothing.
I challenge you to a new resolution,
a revolution of tradition
worthy of breaking.
Embrace each hour
each minute and second
with the same exuberance
as the first, the middle, and last
like no other moment before.
With all the moments you breath;
as the sun rises and sets
and loved ones descend into the darkness.
Do not wait till next year.
Party like no other celebration ever to come,
for no celebration is inevitable.