the god I love
doesnt hate me for anything
nor do i need to ask his forgiveness ever
sometimes he shakes his fist because i do things
burn my speeding ticket, "on accident"
its only ironic when youre on trial

ive got heads where fingers belong
ive got sharks that swim in salivary glands
ive got a whole world inside my head
weve both got five points to our fists

the world i love is bright enough for this life
heavens an un-necesity and a  compartment for the beggars
my blood bleeds downstream
my **** is the dankest around
i know when my deaths close
the more the world welcomes me the further i get from my home
ive spent a couple centuries trying to find an angel

one day i looked down and saw the shadow of it
and i started wishing i wasnt afraid of heights

Not only I give
I love and I am
Reciprocation is no necesity
It is gratitude and it is love
All I know is love
I hope you know as well
So we can love life in peace and joy

Choices
Decisions
All need to be made
Constant necesity always having to choose.

Overwhelming
Too many
Make them stop.

Who will I be?
How will I act?
What will I do?
What do I wear?
How do people see me?

On and on and on and on they go.
Every day we choose to get up.
We choose to be productive.
We choose how we act.

Every thing you do is a choice.
There is no free floating.
We must conform to the choice driven society.
Standardized test
Standardized life.

Pick the correct bubble or be left behind.

You say im strong
But i dont see it

I dont see, the resilience you see in me
I dont look at my facing of adversity
As stregnth but as necessity

I dont see my lack of tears
Over years of thing gone astray
As a stregnth but as weakness
That i didnt show them less

You see the tears and call them honesty
I call them guilt, that you see me like this
That i am not as strong as i should be

This is not stregnth
But a showcase of my emotional stupidity
And my refusal feel until its to much
Its not stregnth that i hold back tears
Its a weakness that
i have come to beleieve Is a necesity

I wish i could bleed this
I cant make him real on paper
The way he stands
Or smiles
or speaks
Like the impossibly red necesity
Of the blood that flows through my veins
But shows blue through my skin
Not exact
But close
Like my facination with his hands
And that they make art
And that i just want to be close
But cant explain
How that feels
There are no words
In any language
There is only art for this
And that is still impossible to read.