Quiet walks
Along the shore rocks
Waiting for a call
Just behind the seaweed wall

Turquoise shimmer
Dark shadows flicker
Candlelit meeting
For the one thing I've been needing

My legs become one
As I drift into the waters
Following one of Triton's daughters
Plummeting into the sea

But our time becomes limited
And back to the shore I drifted
Watching her slip away
Telling me come every other day

Looking out into the horizon's wefts
Begging God, "five minutes, please"
Love sunken with the memories
As she floats back into the oceans depths

Does it count when she changed her mind at the last moment
that she whimpered no over and over, but you couldn't here over the slapping of skin on skin.

He says "Don't tell anyone,
he says, people don't want to hear poems about things like **** and death and the ugly."

But why, it is the wrenching truth?

No one wants to hear about another woman's body being violated
they say, "It happens all the time, you were asking for it."

Does it count that he had a girlfriend?
When he pinned her on her stomach with arms over her head
forcing the innocent from her body, slapping used on her forehead so she felt like a piece of trash

Does it count when she took months to tell her mom why the lights had shut off in her eyes?
When she couldn't look her dad in the eye because she was so ashamed,
when she retracted from the slightest touch.

Does it still count?

Just when you think life is happy and swell,
Well, what if nobody  ever falls in love with me?

Living in ages unknown,
He died as a fool would know,
On a cross he bore the guilt,
Of the sins of the world,

Torn into two this world doth divide,
Price and pain, forever instilled within the mind,


He did not ask what it is,
Or what is was,
He simply spoke,
And there it was,

Life everlasting,
Breathe that is gasping,
Dreary darkness,
Sadness,
melancholy madness,

For a cross to carry,
He gave his life,
To use the broken
and full of strife,
Vicariously murdered,
Inside and out,
Debt that is paid,
On executions gout,
Doubt, confusion,
Something to fall,
In a grain of sand,
My family stands,
On the words of Martyrs once screaming,
For all to end,
To end it all,
Again again again the Angels call

Maybe someday,
We will live,
By the code,
Of goodness give,
But for now,
Let us sing,
Of finer days,
By the wings

That smell is so sweet,
For days I haven't had anything to eat,
I've just been depressed for so long,
This is it I'm writing my last love song,
I'm so tired of living in this dream,
When I have no voice and can't even scream,
I ask what would make you happy what could I do,
But I can't do anything because it's always all about you,
When our fight is at it's peak,
I fall to the ground the world darkening as I become too weak.

I drink coffee
from a mug
that says
"I love tea"
because I have
a healthy sense
of irony