We need it now more then ever
Plagued we are
I look out my window and see the fear walking my people like dogs
Smiling
So fat from the constant food we supply them
our spirits so frail and week from lack of
They party all night
There's pit fights to the death staring our courage
Our pride is ****** around
Our love is given the life sentence
Our hope is beaten down if it shows any sign of Positivity
Our faith is tortured
Lincoln you have failed
Slavery is not dead
Why couldn't you address this too
Im scared to dance how I want whenever I want
I'm scared to speak my mind
Scared to share my dreams god forbid I even try to live them out
I'm afraid people won't like it
Scared you won't love me any more
Our relationship will end
Our laughs won't be the same
The unknown is always bad to me
No that's not how it's supposed to be
Revolt in your mind
Riot in your heart
Rampage in your soul
We shall show fear who has put it in its position of power
With the endless power we have

no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.

It's easy to live life simple down stream with the rest,
But if you swim against the current you'll find the best.
Open you're mind and dream for a minute.
What are you doing?
What are you capable of doing?
Wake up and go.
Any moment you can have a new life.
Go out and own the world don't let it own you,
Close the doors that tend to lock you in, a job that you hate, friendships, family,  addictions.
You don't have to lock them just close them gently.
Now, know that in this world they say nothing is free.  
But with knowledge or  a passion you already have the key.
You already have a richness that allows you to strive.
Take you're passion and turn it into the way of life.
And that way of life will turn into a lifestyle to live off of.
Do something beautiful.
We have the ocean breeze seven seas humming birds and buzzing bees.
See the world as it is and not how it has become, it's simple.
Don't fear to be alone, but working towards being together with something much bigger,
Who you we're made to be and what you we're made to be.
Fill you're eyes with hope that all things work for the good if you work for the good.
Challenge yourself to see that every thing you vision is possible,
This world sees you're stubborness.
But with you're power to change and let go and live freely,
You will bloom.
Fallow you're purpose and dreams will be you're reality.

I've never been good at
Being touched.

Though the fingers
Of endless suitors
Have traced incomparable
Lines of affection,
They all stroke
The same wounds.

New hands feel like
Recycled lullabies,
Humming promises
Of a new melody,
Singing a remedy for
My impassivity.

Whether words fall
Passionate or
Fearful,
Endearment lines my lips
With an expiration
Long enough to convince me,
But short enough to leave me.

Reminding me:
The disintegration of
Indifference
Remains
My prerequisite
For destruction.

So before you
Touch me with
Promises of a new
Orchestration,
I'm already marking the
Days until you leave.

Because my skin
Is tired of
Intruders hidden
Behind momentary
Infatuation.

So keep your hands to yourself.

Soon, I’ll sleep again,
I will feel no pain,

For a little time,
Peace will be all mine.

My mind will seek
Freedom from the past,

I’ll be carefree,
Although it will not last.

Soon, I’ll sleep again,
I will feel no pain.

A Midas touch will fade to dust
All heroes turn to sand
For nothing means a thing
Without a price tag on a man
So River Styx becomes my flow
And Tartarus my tone
I fly my pride like Icarus
Then fall from grace alone
Into Aegeans inundated
By a flood of trepidations
Odysseys to spread my spark's
Promethean creations
Aphrodite unrequited
In soliloquies of rain
In an Amazon catharsis
I dance naked in the pain
Of the Erebus within me
As my Gaia tears convey
The retribution of Olympus
Couldn't keep my muse at bay
For in these hands of fate
All forms of living art display
Cassandra's eyes clairvoyant  
To foresee a brighter day
When all will share divinity
Yet none need bow and pray
For all will feel my master peace
From half a world away

When we were younger-
especially when we were particularly heinous-
you would tell us
that if it came down to it
you would choose our mother
over us
every
time.

Is it any wonder why
I can't
trust you?

What kind of a man says
he would leave his daughters in a heartbeat
if it meant supporting their spouse?
What man settles for one over the other
when both are his to protect?

None of us asked to be begotten.
None of us asked to be abandoned.
You were there
but you were there for her.
Now I look to other men
for the security I should have been able to find in your arms.

Those hands should have been used for more than discipline;
they should have been extended time after time,
mistake after mistake,
loaning us your strength
instead of administering it.

I'm too tired to argue.
I just need you to know
why I feel this ocean between us
even when we're closer than ever
to dry land.