She wore a fur coat
Made of a lame prophet
'Cause she was blind.

Carried my weight on her shoulders
I suggested she open her eyes
The rest, I had memorized.
So At least when I died
She was always on my mind.

I was a terrible navigator
In the court of god, convicted sinner.
She had a hunger for shape shifters
I fed her.

Soon as the car started,
we parked it.
Leaned the seats back, fogged the doors
I stared at her collarbone
We didn't go far.

Who could have predicted
Her body in a Broken mirror
I was her seer for two years
Shame I couldn't see her

This all could of been different.
Shepard said to lamb
Follow the dog, He knows the road
figured god assumed
My soul was cold
Her soul was coal that warmed the home.
The hearth, the meat, the lame, the blind.
The Golden brown, leaves outside.
The autumn trees like Coffeeshops
call out to me

She Hollows out our her dowry
pollen spread like a dandelion.
Polluted whole cities with seeds

Memories and libraries
The chalk outlines in my mind
All that was left of these things.

So whether you fall or fly
Girl, I'll be singing

If nobody listens, I'll paint the clouds.
If no stare is lifted, I'll shake the ground.
If everyones sleeping,
I'll give them something to dream about.

If nobody sees it, We already lived
a life worth dreaming
so who gives
a **** who pays attention.

Just let the lame guide the blind.
Just let the lame guide the blind
Just let the lame guide the blind

I'm on the
Corner waiting
For the black
Sedan to pick me
Up I've got this
Piece of paper telling
Me this stranger's name
I shiver because it's cold
There's a little girl
At the stop light who
Is in a car with her mom
She smiles at me
An inoccent kindness
As she draws on the foggy glass
With mitten fingers
She won't know why
I stand here for
About ten years or so
So I smile back while
Her mother growls
And drives away

The world is not only
The shining right light of white
And the depraved dark depths of black

I won't even go on
About the moral grey shades in between
Mottled like a city pigeon's tail feathers

Because there are
Royal eruditious blues
Mischievous swirled jades
Passionate scarlets
Playful tangarine oranges
Inoccent pastel yellows
Regal deep reds
Mysterious deep purples
Curious robin egg blues
Righteous yellow oranges
Tranquil summer greens
Bubbly social pinks
Patient shades of indigo
Cautious neon colors
Pure-hearted golds
Clear minded silvers
And ultraviolets of feelings yet to be defined

And if I'm looking at the world
I want to see it in full spectrum

In my world people will not have to stop themselves from saying "I love you" to others no matter their gender or relation to me, because if I love them as a person, then I love them none the less.
You see now in days, we as people give no love. It is feared.

Opposite genders feel uncomfortable hugging one another, need to say making any physical contact at all.

Why is showing love so limited and why does it feel like love is not okay?

We as people must pick and choose who we can verbally say "I love you" to.

But I love every one!

Old, young, man, woman, shy, loud, weak, strong, beautiful, ugly.

I love them all!

I love that I am not alone on this world and that I met you.

We are all God's children, so why not act like sisters and brothers.

If I like someone, I LIKE THEM!
Why should I be afraid to show compassion, THIS IS WHAT WE ARE MADE FOR!
We are living creatures who require physical contact, affection and LOVE from both MEN and WOMAN.

Have you ever noticed when you DO hug the opposite ***, it feels so GREAT, so COMFORTING yet so AWKWARD?

When you tell some one I love you, even if they may not be super close it feels good to say yet odd?

That is because we need love as people just like we need food.

Men need love!
They too need to be told they are handsome, they too need to be hugged and comforted when they cry be told everything is okay.
  
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Women need love!
They too need to be told they are beautiful, feel cared for and comforted when they feel hurt.

We need each other, so why does society put a large wall in comforting one another, having inoccent connections and bonds with people of the opposite *** and race?

So why is showing common love so limited and restricted, why is love not okay?

See that girl holding a knife
ther life was nothing but turmoil and strife
slowly she lets go of one last breath
while a trail of blood leads her to her death

the laughing sneers, the cruel grins
suddenly stop when they see her gone
those who wished for her death
now mourn over her rose bed

the inoccent smile no longer in place
replaced with a tortured face
pained iris's refelfect
you were responsible for her death

When I was 8 I broke my indext finger
On the left side
Few years before that I was in a fire accident
I still have patches of scars to remind me of it
Little here and there
A fading one on my belly
On my 18th birthday I realized I had more scars than I should
More of those I couldn't poke at with my fingers
Irrevocably deeper though
I'm 20 now
But I feel 201
Perhaps I look it too
Not when your eyes skim the surface of my skin
But when they're connected with mine
And the age of whipping moments have made them grotesque
Battered beyond recognition

I used to have a best friend when I was 4
A childes mind made it seem he would be my only friend
Forever and then for the years to come
He towered over the mean kids at school
And waved good night
From his window when I went to bed
When I turned 12 I couldn't recall what this friend looked like
The years had scrubbed his silhouette from my thoughts
Only the scrambled pieces of our endeavors remained
Like the time of the fire accident
Where I had to sleep on a mattress layed on the floor
and he had spent days on the cold tile next to me
He would wipe away my fearful tears
And tell me it would be alright
That I was still pretty
The prettiest he had ever seen

On my 18th birthday I remembered him
And his inoccent words
When such things could be spoken with out dire consequence
When me being called pretty was a concept I looked forward to
on my 18th birthday I broke my curfew
And stayed past midnight
I broke promises
And made bad choices
On my 18th birthday
I lived for the years I couldn't
I took a breath and many more
That weren't scorched with fear of being branded
When I turned 18 I made promises children make to themselves
Come true
For me and the thoughts I never let myself reflect
Now i'm 20
And I wonder if I only lived until I was 18

Imaginating
world peace
Where lights never fade
Apart some glitch
What if ?
If
Fourth dimension stops
No gravity
Posting ‘ Hi , from top of the troposphere’
What if ?
Death wasn’t near
If all had feeling of care
If god listen our prayers
If we were living in mantle
In this earth full of layers
What if ?
If there was no poverty
No origin of bankrupts and robbery
No corrupted rulers -
sustained development either in urban or rural ;
What if ?
If no fights between religion
all were equal and be each others-
happiness reason
If guilty were prisioned
and inoccent freedomed
What if ?
Money was just the paper
Inequality was just in the dictionary
equity in all body  
If impossible was ‘ I m (am) possible’
If all of us were not gullible
If we first looked towards ear a way
If someone told , ‘’ look , crow took it away!’’
What if ?

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Morals are in the box 
for what is right is right 
and what is wrong is wrong 
black and white, no gray area 
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So to think outside the box 
sure it seems inoccent at first
however with much thought 
look at what we have found 
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There's a fine line between 
creativity vs corruption and
curiosity vs self-damning 
life isnt intended to be:

A SCIENCE PROJECT

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I     L    Creativity          I     N
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