No matter if it's dark and gray,
you always seem to brighten my day.
I think about you all the time,
how your eyes always seem to shine.
Always there for me to talk to,
I know I can always count on you.
Laying next to you in bed,
not wanting anywhere to be instead.
Think about your kisses makes me swoon,
knowing I will get to have them soon.
I love you more than anything ever
and me stopping would be never.
This matter of life and death
is a serious matter
not to be taken lightly
as though watching a play
from a seat in a balcony
get on stage and take your bow
choose a character and play yourself
as far as your heart will take you
the part has been written
the casting call is posted
you are invited to play the role
you were born for
What can a single atom means to you?
How much weight does it holds?
I don't really care.
Why did it even exist in my life?
And why do we to discover them?
I finally apprehend their structure
Appreciate their attendance
Accept their existence.
What a house is all about without sand,
cement and bricks?
Perhaps a tile is made of rocks.
What about your body?
You're made of cell;
a creature you can never see
with naked eyes.
And because they united,
you can measure how tall you are!
A judicious, noble man once said;
"One will not enter Paradise, if one has an atom’s weight of arrogance in his/her heart."
I can't a predict the percentage of our arrogance.
A single atom matters.
An atom-sized arrogance in us is counted.
I can't guess the size of our arrogance.
Try to live without a single atom of arrogance in your life.
It's a big thing to do.
Small thing to say.
This isn't Rome
I'm standing still because statutes
Stone grill-- l a carved marble statue not a muscle dares,
near frozen by the fear let it go I hear
(Dilfer dime-- if I get shot over a penalty)
Is it clear
my arms are arms a load chopper in his shades,
do those aviators make me even darker
(if I studied aviation I could take off I can hover, I can--)
WAIT he's moving closer,
every hair strand an antenna,
I can feel him,
The smell of disdain on his glare
stained blood on his hands
another brother, my brother
Guiltier with every pace so..
--show your hands,
foot mixed with concrete I take this order serious,
my motions are motive and mistaken for resist,
Is it his stare or am I stoned,
(Why did I decide to go my friends wouldn't believe this limitations to the thoughts)
am I arrested or caught,
I'm cold on the surface
Erode so slow is my sediment evidence,
A blue god so I'm pacified,
he calls and I say that I'm innocent,
the transitioning from eruption to ocean-- volcanic,
can you only sculpt destruction,
(I'm not 3 dimensional, I'm real and I matter, I'm real and I matter)
I'm real But I shatter,
Gravel if determined that I'm rude so I cant breath,
Gravel if My license plate removed I don't leave,
I don't speak,
I don't flee,
I'm not free,
That this happen to mothers mother
Brother from another was granite
and granted hes valuable but only in a home, of course,
I'm quartz in the making
A corpse still shaking--
Cause a wallet was mistaken
Or i.d. was misplaced
So I'm on the rocks
since the bar says that I'm a criminal,
velvet rope divider marks my life and a visual,
or a hashtag,
medusa licks his finger tips same finger which petrified me in the first place,
Reminded I'm in Rome as im standing there motionless
a statue for display or a trophy for the kitchen,
this art is not for sale there will be no shipping,
With solidarity through our solidification,
It won't matter if we look back,
We Matter and We Black.
I see her sitting over there
another's arms around her waist.
Sunlight shimmers through golden hair,
bodice ruffled and unlaced.
Surprise sits obvious on her face,
over the distance where I walk
it shouts to me of felt disgrace.
A story told no need for talk.
I look down staring at the ground
feeling awkward as I continue
not raising eyes to what I found
like curtains drawn across a window.
My footsteps quicken with the pace,
footpath blurs with constant view.
My head can't raise to see her face
because I don't know what to do.
I hear her calling, voice a quiver,
I hear her tread as she doe's chase
Almost a trot I do deliver
trying to clear from this place.
I manage to evade her follow,
thinking of the scene I saw.
Her cheating ways are cruel and hollow
as I viewed her frolic on the floor.
What do I say when next I see
her arm in arm with my best friend.
But if these words I say to he
will cause him harm that may not end.
So I have given them some room
to sort themselves in their own way.
It's she that must hand out the gloom
from her own words then she must pay.
As for this secret I say nought
I shall not give her game away
for she's not the only one I've caught
for my friend does play away.
I do not judge the things they do
and best that I do not involve
myself with what they both go through.
It's for themselves both to resolve.
We are always trying to become equal
what makes it so special?
That is unique to human nature
to idealize and to hope
life isn't fair.
And nature doesn't pretend otherwise
Neither should we.
The lion doesn't starve
to protect the endangered zebra.
No matter how much we fight nature,
We can’t control it.
To feel like porcelain,
fragile and easy to break
is something I'm no stranger of
Now to feel like
solid and dense,
is something I know nothing of
But to feel like
to be the air that fills your lungs
is all I aim to be
The girl had seen too much.
She had traveled to Iceland
At the mere age of four.
She had visited China
At the mere age of eight.
And at the mere age of thirteen,
she met Pandora.
They became fast friends.
Pandora opened the box.
They became fast enemies.
There were no "blue pills" in Pandora's box.
And so the girl went on.
She had seen too much.
Knew too much.
It didn't even matter.
She went on and composed poems
metaphorical pieces of shit,
that meant nothing
to some misguided soul.
It bored and amused her.
Still didn't even matter.
Regardless of us having never met,
Would it ignite something inside you
If I said I'd miss you if you died tonight?
Not focusing on the fact that
This has all been said before,
Would it change anything if I told you
That I have been there... and I do get it...
And I don't want you to be alone tonight?
I want to do something,
Spark something inside you that stretches across
The thousands of lakes...
Will that change anything?
I want to get to know you...
Will you let me get to know you?