Love is both a vice and a curse,
A blessing in which you find yourself immersed;
A progressive, regressive, digressive pursuit,
In which you lose yourself many times in search of a route,
To lasting happiness, which still blinks from afar;
Like the distant light of a parked car,
As if someone forgot to switch off the high beams,
Or is there a reason that this pitch blackness now gleams?

Love causes you to return broken patterns,
In which insecurity orbits like the 62 moons of Saturn.
Escape it, escape it! Find solace in pain!
Find solace in the left or right side of your brain!
Like the frontal assault during Op Barbarossa,
You seem to confuse old Taiwan with Formosa.

In doubles, you see, when your love stares you down,
You want nothing more but to be her great crown,
So you let down your walls and pull-back your defenses;
Your protective soldiers fall back to the fences.

You talk with 'I,'
And realize that you're oft wrong,
Yet prior to this, you sung yourself an old swan song,
To convince yourself that your views were God-given;
Despite the true fact that you define Atheism.

Prior to this, no one countered your 'great' words;
Or, if they did, often you considered them of herds,
Which had no capacity to understand life;
They would much quicker fall towards the shaft of the knife.

You rework the office inside of your head,
And forget all the things about love you once said,
When ex-girlfriends had dumped you like a sack of potatoes;
And would verbally stain you with far-flung tomatoes.

Yet tossed in the mix are the words of the stars,
Telling you whose compatible, is it Venus or Mars?
Forget the external, this love is but yours and but hers.

Never let the rest determine,
As you're the connoisseur.

Like the back of a cart during the bubonic plague,
I’d have to say a dead mans story is long,
But very vague,
As we learn little from the lessons of history,
We treat is as an obsolete and unsaid sort of mystery.


The difference between black and white,
A bird in seat or flight,
A tense and dangerous human right,
As if as much as we can see,
Is the boundary of our site;


If we treat each other as we would like to be treated;
Why does a teacher tell us to remain seated?
They don’t say sit back and relax in any context,
Instead they emphasize not to use bad words or obscene text.

Am I not allowed to tell you to sit down?
Tell you I owe you nothing but a respectable frown?
I owe you nothing but decency,
Not a mind filled with verbs in which I hope others translate boundlessly.

To say I sleep with a pillow,
Is like saying I steep tea like I reap benefits from the luxuries,
Of today’s modern cars and inventions.

To assume I immorally influence a young child in growth,
Is like assuming I don’t walk the sidewalk to remain safe,
From the wind of wild traffic to my left and to my right,
Or to say we don’t disobey ancient conventions,
In which mankind is barred from flight.

Between SpaceX and NASDAQ,
And the jealous old man named NASA,
“Good Wall Street” ain’t looked at,
As the media keeps its mind where its eyes remain fixed;
On the flaws and the findings,
The wars and the signings,
The fear of dead children whose pics we find blinding.

The new Rules of Engagement,
Angers militaristics in danger,
Of bullets and shrapnel they volunteered to go face;
They are angry at the awareness created by J. Assange,
When ****** was collateral damage, to which they are fond;
It’s strange, as truth is now treason,
And a man needs a reason,
To liberate information we deserved in the first place,
Yet our apathy, indifference, and anger at ourselves,
Commits us to a stage of denial within book-shelves,
Inside which we fear ‘it,’
We fear ‘them,’
And ‘their’ ****,
Yet we hallow the ground in our mind in which we hide action;
For we fear that we’ll be charged for our thinking’s infractions.

Please reassure me that I’m free,
And that I am my own faction.