because my heart is strong
but my head is loose.

My eyes are downcast
My ears are full of song
My mouth is ready
My nose exists
My hands are open

5AM i walk towards "home" in yesterday's dress,
lake seagulls scream in the sky,
a still-shallow sun melts my sensitive eyes.
good-morning  
i think, good?
perhaps,
but nonetheless morning

--a take on many mornings i have had lately--

Dating is the Devil's game.
If she wants to slither in,
let her.
Soon the apple falls upon the head
of the snake.

Tender times are telling times,
She will get what she deserves.

You muttered the words I love you as we fell asleep
I don't think you know that you said it,  but that doesn't matter to me.
I leaned over and kissed your forehead, and when we woke at the morning light, I was finally certain that you were the love of my life.

If you need some love,
you can have some of mine.
I know I need it most of the time.

be kind
be kind
be kind
let me remind
you
to
return
to
day
one
a sister, a brother
a daughter, a son
be kind
be kind
be kind

like candles we are born in perfect form, some would say, soon to be lit at the wick by passions and hurtful words and then we melt away into the shape we are not destined to take but begin to take and its our aroma that attracts attention, sometimes it's our color but mostly it's that in which we cannot see.

Bleeding blood,
we bled it all.
Saying things,
we said it all.
Feeling things,
never happened at all.

Each and every inkling she had of needing space apart
quickly re-wired into needing more and more of his heart.

the thunder
crashes
& off
eyelashes
tears fall
like the
night rain.

tonight the sky
needed to cry;
likewise, so did I.

& like the thunder
loud & bold I,
too, needed all to
know.

I read:
there are no stressful situations, only stressful responses.

My, I must be more responsive than I thought.

I do many different things at many different times
And mostly it makes me feel alright.
But then a few weeks pass and I am back on my ***
Wondering what I did to lose the fight.

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm trying to find the right thing,
To feel alright doing what it is I dream,
And if not for me then for who?
What else is there to do?

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

A friend asked what I've been up to lately
And my only response was "just livin' life."
"Whatever that means," she said
And, honey, what's truer than that?


I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm stuck.

versus the objective extreme,
politics make me want to kick and scream
is it too much for "ignorance is bliss" to be the dream?

I am pink like pig skin.
Sweat flings from my eyelashes.
I am a summer snake on the run.

I pull back my shins in sheets
revealing something new.

It is okay, it is as it has always been
because right now the sun is shining
and soon it will be night.

It's summertime and the weather's fine,
well at least it's supposed to be.
I've got the deepest burn upon my skin,
one that feels like I'm being pinched for every sin.

Though it's early June, we know the sun'll end too soon
and I've got a deep red burn upon my shoulders.
Under the sun there's a reminder of
When I was pushing boulders to get over you.

I was over you before the day was through,
now the color of blood has turned to golden wheat.
Under the sun, my shoulders and skin
have never felt so sweet.

I took the time to burn and heal,
I took the time to peal away any of you.

Underneath a spangled sky
hours leap, our eyes half-closed,
embers fade and then we watch
the sunrise decompose.

My body is slowly awakening with pins and needles.
My mind is conscious with memories reeling the good in reverse while the bad forces itself forward, jamming my heart, body and soul with the truth.  
I am light. I am floating. Yet I am heavier than the air around me. Afloat with hope bound to be punctured.
I exist through the motions of my day, clawing for healing, love and strength.

they never return your call
says it all

Re-cap:

I cried because the only thing that made me want to find love again was a gun pointed at the back of my head.

Evergreen,
it's not what you say,
evergreen,
it's how you mean,
evergreen,
& it's how you say,
& it's how you act
& everything in between.

being human is the hardest thing we do.
but to wish to be anything else,
whether four legs or two,
green eyes or blue,
i'd still be myself.

Sigh. Not nice in Nice.

We live in a lifetime
that fears not dying from
illness or old age, but instead
from terror attacks.

A lifetime governed by fear.
What kind of life is that?

We live in a lifetime
that dying from the inevitable,
that dying from the formidable,
is a path we hope for.

A lifetime forced to fear.
What kind of life is that?

We live in a lifetime
that is continuously reminded of death
that stays shut up
that hobbies in fear
that losses dreams
that dreads.

What kind of life is that?
And seldom do we focus on what it is to live
And maybe it's beginning to look unavoidable?
Even still, sigh, I will continue to fight the fear.

my breath sends clouds back to the sky
while bitter winds pull tears from my eyes.

Is it stronger to say
I'm Fine one million times
or should I admit you broke my heart,
you really did.

Some time had passed,
and she felt beneath her chin
a pool where tears had gathered
at the end of their streams.
Together. Still.
No longer flowing,
never falling,
simply there, defying gravity.

every day
walking through a hall of lies
"how are you's"
"I'm good's"
"hello's & hi's"

walking,
eyes straight ahead
I see nothing,
never ends.

Today's a great day to remind yourself why he's not your guy,
why he'll never touch you again, and no longer make you cry.
Today's a great day to remind yourself all the love you hold inside,
why you're the best one for you, and your limits pass the sky.

I will wait for you,
I will wait for you and I will hate you, too.
I will love you more than you ever do,
but I will wait for you to.

We have potential, why do I feel mental
most of the time?
We have potential, it doesn't have to be confidential
that you're mine.

They say Jesus turned the other cheek
to give us all the lovin' that we could get.
When I lean in for a kiss I get either the right or the left
What's this, love?
I forget.

We have potential, why do I feel mental
most of the time?
We have potential, it doesn't have to be confidential
that you're mine.

I've spent too much time bein' sad,
It's not wrong, I'm not mad,
Just wastin' time.

there's no other toxic love
than the wind and rain,
except you and I,
we are the same.

Lip liner across our lips,
connect the dots between our hips.
Dotted lines divide the road,
sign the line where debts are owed.
Signed letters, cursive cards,
smoke lingers from stiff cigars.
Smoked out lines above our eyes,
count the trails of tears we've cried.

And now I am drawing the line with you,
erasing the previous lines we drew.

It's when you sigh
after
I kiss you
deep
& the sound of our
laughter;
It's moments I want to
keep.

I told my sister how
we kissed for the first time
watching Juno. She asked
when in the movie, *I answered
from beginning to end.

staring into each other's eyes
aloud, we would recite, "you."

I know why they do it.
I know why they do it.
  I wouldn't do it.
  But
I know why they do it.

Your eyes, they sparkle for me on the weekend,
but when the work week hits, it hits hard
and you disappear and put up your guard.

I've told you once, twice, one hundred times
and I can't seem to penetrate your mind
enough to matter 9-5, someone else,
come and keep me alive.

if knowledge is power,
and beauty is pain,
then she may as well
stay the same.

I know I am wasting time,
I'm awake at night, can't sleep and my jaw's in pain.

glass-***** mammals flipping through channels
looking for the next bad news to fear.

I have a baby brother
He's got a love right & true
He's got a love like a honeymoon