Such passion flows from fingers
that scale the controlled embellishments
of Chopin.
The melodies swirl in your brain
as you try to imagine caressing
the ivories with every female voice
that Chopin encountered.
Expressing profoundly the experience
of Chopin's work cannot be described
on paper.
It must be felt.
Only then will you find passion in its raw form.

Chorus
Just shout your name out loud;
I'll be right there
and if you don't know where I am
I'll run to you, I swear.
I need you more than a life-preserver
drowning in the Arctic Sea,
but one question more,
Would you run to me?

Verse
In the life that I lead
all I want is to succeed.
A's and B's
for my parents to be pleased
but no!
I know that you like me.
That we were always meant to be.
I open up my mind
hoping to somehow find
you in the crowd.

2nd Verse**
I know we have doubts
and mistakes, many more
but pause and think a bit
about what we're fighting for.
I'm sorry about what I said,
the big and the small,
and if you'd jump off a cliff
I would surely break your fall.

Chorus
You can't deny
the urge to want to fly
away from time and space
as though you won't feel out of place
and though there may be times you want
to hide away and cry
your feelings of me never seem to die
never seem to die.

Verse
Put me in a chokehold
or maybe in a trance
but I will always be able to see
your quick but subtle glance.
Shoot me with an arrow.
Pierce me with a *****
and even that won't keep
me from missing you.

2nd Verse**
Capture my attention
or on second thought maybe not
and if I try to get yours
I might as well get shot.
Curiosity killed the cat.
That's what they always say.
It sure does keep you and me
in deep dismay.

I try to keep my head on straight.
The topics run, but things just don't relate.
It's not just me, but you also hesitate.
Please, don't let our chances be too late.

What do we do when chemical companies like Monsanto try to poison our food?
We fight 'em!
What do we do when our government supports the exportation of millions of jobs to foreign countries?     We fight 'em!
What do we do when the FDA approves unfit and under-tested medicine for our use?
We fight 'em!
What do we do when we find out that the NSA has been spying on us for many years?
We fight until they are stopped!

Right now is the perfect time for revolution. The bourgeoisie will create the spark and will lead the poor out of the cave of ignorance.
But we can't do this alone.
If you want a better life for you and your posterity
**FIGHT 'EM!

I reached to turn on the lamp
and found you instead.
How surprising that you came!
I thought that you had a conference.
The back of his hand brushed my cheek.
Taken aback by the chill, I noticed his
hazy silhouette when he got into bed.
He started kissing me all over when I screamed,
"WHO ARE YOU?!?"
He answered...

*"Your boss."

I wish I knew
which foods are truly
good for me.

Crony capitalism is not capitalism at all.
Rather, it's the justification of the act of stealing
even more money
from the poor and middle classes
and giving it to the people
**that least deserve it.

Like a scientist in his lab
and an artist at his easel,
singing feels so natural to me.
Shaped phrases and the building crescendos
swirl into a cacophony of sound
that gives me euphoria.
The blending and bending of harmonious voices
call out to me saying,
"This is passion."
I will never stray from this passion of mine.
Never *ever.

In a traumatizing hail storm,
stand out on the street corner
waiting for me to arrive.

In the operating room,
suffer with me as our
first child is brought
into this world.

In essence,
stand by my side.
You don't need to say anything.

*Just be there.

I can't resist you.
You are the cookie
in the window of a sweet shop.
No matter how much money
you cost, I am buying
everything you offer.

I have come to a conclusion.

We are in an endless cycle.

We wake up and think about food.
We eat sugary cereals for breakfast
so we go to school or work thinking about food.

Afterschool, we watch food and beauty advertisements
that make us feel bad about ourselves,
so what do we do?
Shop for food and clothes to make us
"feel better" and to "fill the void."

After shopping, we get tired and watch television
where we, yet again, shovel even MORE food
into our lifeless pieholes.

We also don't want to cook anything,
so our meals consist of Campbell's soups, frozen pizzas and leftovers of whatever casserole is in the house.

Even after eating dinner, we are tempted to eat more,
so we have DESSERT!

Because of our constantly on-the-go lifestyle, half the time we are not even conscious of what we're eating.

Ironically, yet predictably, we go to sleep thinking about what we will have for breakfast the next day.

Your lips linger on my cheek for just a
little
       longer

until you whispered,

"Please, let us not haste
for this time with each other
is a terrible thing to waste."

His smooth, velvety lips touched mine
and in an instant,
my brain erupted into a chemical storm
which devoured my body, mind and soul.

I cherished that day.
Never have we carped so much diem.

I am a woman.
I was born uniquely me.
Maybe I'm too short, too weird, too smart,
have too large of a hand, **** or heart
Maybe I'm inconsiderate, selfish, or blue,
have plenty of contradictions or I'm not always true
but everything that I am, everything that I do is me.
I am not a toy nor gadget.
My body's not a temple nor Play-Doh.
I am no Barbie. I am no Mrs. Potatohead.
I am me.
A person that loves and is loved back.
**Purely me.

We are a slew of
antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes.
Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature.
No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy.
We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos.
I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food.
Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls
but **produce.

Eyes caked with exhaustion,
crusted with insomnia,
devoid of all curiosity.
Life has stolen them
away from you.
Fight back.
**Claim what's yours.

Your absence is like
gears grinding together
creating sparks
that dance to the ground.
It is the dissonance
of a chord on repeat
with no resolution
and the subwoofer
in a car on full blast
trying to mess with
the rhythms of my heart.