Becoming her was strange
I knew what i had done
I'll never fix your brain
I'll never be the one

So please, stop writing poetry
I know that you're in pain

If i could...
I'd take it all away.

We'll never fix your brain

I need you to know
I need you to heal
I need you use
Your poetic will
To lift the world
To join the band
I need you to
Give more
Than a ****!
Lift your voice
And be heard
A better world
Is what you deserve !!

Cause God love you
Yes We do!

~
Another green world
reels them in

unfledged
lovers

they yearn
to be hydro-electric

cascading over
emerald and stone

floating along
with the water hyacinth

where they evaporate
but do not falter

in the naked spring
of continuously November

jumping off
a bridge above ecosystem

a new frontier
under their nose

as souvenir:
pioneers to the fall

and yet all they really
need to remember is

this is where they
first made love
~

To entertain
means to be starkers
and dance with veils,
to exoticize war
and tremble in
a thousand rhythms.
Bejeweled as a spy,
nevertheless,
don't know why.
Eye of the day,
and a dozen matchlocks
had me inertly settle
upon my knees,
before bending at my waist
to take one last look
at the fiery heavens.

In your heart is the god you searched in the distant land.