I've watched you fall for girls
over and over again
I watched your heart been broken
and suffer miles of pain

I've always been there
to pick you up when you fall
Been a shoulder to cry on
a companion through it all

Still you carry on drowning
in all these endless tears
And if you don't stop now
You'll carry on through the years

I swore the last time it happened
I'd pull myself away
Walk out the door and say goodbye
never again would I stay

But once again I'm back with you
holding you as you cry
"I'll leave for real next time" I say
but we both know I won't try

Who weep for them, coffined in dust,
waiting for the chanting of our rosary,
a single bead, a peaceful moment.
the breeze passes by their windows,
and the sun shines on their roofs only,
the flying clouds never drop the rain,
and winter brings no chill, no shivering.
who will weep for them who had wept for us?
will they keep sleeping, dumb, deaf and blind
or our tears give them blissful showers?

I'll return again, my darling.
You can't forget what we had.
The sweet grace of Time
Can't turn this bad.

I'll return again, my darling.
Our lives will be full again.
Keep my ring and poetry-
I left for you on the bed.

I'll return again, my darling.
But if you've moved on, I understand.
I hope you know, my darling--
You're the best of life I've had.

There were so many hues, I thought it was art.

The colours blended together
in a way I could never understand,
but the confusion and mystery intrigued me.

The frame; so well built, so beautiful;
strong, and carved so uniquely;
bridges and bumps, cracks and dents;
ancient detail and scars.

My eyes wander,
drifting aimlessly,
only to soon find myself lost;
thoughts in different directions.
Landscapes of green, blue, gold;
black starless skies,
and sunny mornings.

A picture framed on the wall,
but I don't feel a thing
if I can't touch.

I guess I was wrong.
I thought it was art.


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I remember
The way I was taught symmetry

Butterflies.

The pattern of their wings,
I was told,
Is a perfect example
Of consistency
Each wing
Will always match the other

I once saw a butterfly
With a missing wing
Unable to do
What butterflies are supposed to do

Fly.

In other words
Useless

My wings
Are not always even
Does that mean
That I too,
Am useless
Or am I still
Worth existing?

Not everything good in life
Is balanced
Or congruent
We are not geometry
We are living

The most perfect things
Are the ones
That don't match up
Perfectly.

Age, race, gender, height
Curly, straight, dark, light,
Tall, short, thin, wide,
Nobody's the same outside.

Chinese, Asian, Indian,
Portuguese or American,
We're born into
Our environments.

But if one plus one is two,
Nobody tries to argue,
Because numbers have
unchanging values,
and humans
should
too.

Skin and bones,
Heart and soul,
And that alone,
Makes us valuable.

We are skin and bones,
We are heart and soul,
We are all the same,
And our values don't change.

Age, race, gender, height,
We are one,
And we're all alright.
Skin and bones,
Heart and soul,
We're all the same,
And our values don't change.