Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is to lose your mind.
Sometimes dwindling in its trust,
sometimes overcome with lust.
Love is clever, love is lost,
will the perfect love still pay a cost?
Love has given me warmth, has held my soul,
love has left me with a hole.
In my heart.

And love is indifferent,
because I would do it all over again and again,
for love.

i’m trying to paint you
a picture.
your hair is draping onto
my chest and scattering
eternities over all my
drawbacks and i’m
wishing they would soak
into me and leave me
tethered. i’m wondering if
you see mountains in me
the way i see moonlight
in you or if i’m still
taking you in from
sea level and i’m realizing
that your glow will light
my alleyways home
no matter where i am.
stay suspended with me
for a little while longer -
gravity seems to have
lost his way to us.

a jazz club in new orleans,
late evening.
the girl who grinned at me from
behind the bassist has
oysters on her breath and
hints of my lipstick still smeared
around her neck,
but i won’t tell her.
i’ll let her forget me like
she forgets the rest of them,
then notice the shy little
smudges from the other side
of her vanity and wish that
her familiar bourbon street boys
knew how to let their fingertips
slide down her spine the way
mine did.
the timing’s got nothing to
do with it. my ghost is lingering
on the skin of anyone who has
ever tested (swam in, drowned
in) these waters.
they’re playing “bye bye blackbird"
and she’s forgetting already.
i’m letting her. the remembering
comes once i’m lost at
sea.

Equality will never happen because our actions and fantasized habits contradict what a perfect match is. With society's eyes high above the mindless horizon, many feel stranded between what wrong and right is. Therefore many have chose to win rather than lose the mold of plastic.
Although, hope lies with the few who choose to refuse the use of closed eyelids.
Few still choose what is morally, rather than religiously, righteous.

There is a room.
And in this room there is a man and woman soon to be awake.
On their respective sides of the bed are nightstands with congruent photos.
These two photos are the very fibers that keep their marriage alive.
What kind of bond is held together by pictures?
The kind that includes a 75 year old man and a 77 year old woman.
Both have severe Alzheimer's.
So every morning, they wake as strangers, remembering nothing of the other.
Everyday, they wake to learn each other, only to repeat the cycle the following morning.
They say ignorance is bliss;
But there is a room, and in this room lies the proof  that it's not.

Every soul is a piece of the universe experiencing itself through the entirety of a soul.
And so began the first paradox.
Truth is imprisoned in a lie of omission.
And so began the second paradox.
Ignorance is the spawn of wisdom.
And so began the third paradox.
Change is constant.
And so began the fourth paradox.