Shackled to my responsibilities like a dog tied to a tree,
Left to wallow in my own storm of worries and misery,
Enslaved by depression like a prisoner to desolation,
Unlockable, chains dragging at my feet,
Chafing, grinding, bruising my ankles,
Wrapping around my neck,
I gasp for my last breath,
But there’s only one thing that can unlock these heavy chains,
Only one thing that fill my lungs with relief,
Dance.

The dance that breaks my chains like a knife through butter,
Freeing my ankles from the unbearable misery,
Turning my body into a canvas where my feet paint masterpiece,
The dance that blows away my grey clouds,
Filling my soul with luminous music,
My heart beating to the rhythm of my feet,
The dance that fills my lungs with fresh, bubbly oxygen,
Filling me with freedom,
Lifting me off the ground like a pair of wings

Hidden inside, are the secrets within,
the bland wall has no opening,
The key has disintegrated into tiny pieces, not even, the deadly acid.
The key has sunk inside and has become a part of the acidic death.
Now the lock is unlockable, where the secrets are trapped within.

Writhe not, because the depth consumes it,
deep like an ocean, like the dark world thoust lay beneath  is scarce and feared, hated and discreet, and not warmly deared.

As black as hell, the coral beneath is as red as the dark rose wine, looks insidious, hidden and dwell.
The demons lay beneath and do not seek,
thou seek when the winters are dry, the bare **** trees, and a dead body... in a bed of cries.

Skeleton build with muscle, cells, tissue, organs and fat...
is the book cover that had no key, the body that died in tragedy.
The woman that had no he nor she, lonesome and scared, supressed and helplessly dared.

Dared to die alone, rot and starve, no one gave a ****,
because she was invisible to all and there was no one to whom she could confide.

Her ghost kept all kinds of secrets, even the ones all curable and not in weakness.
She went insane, her mind thoust blood it had rained.
Satanic and the devils child she became,
once was heavens angel, sweet and innocent, and was always at bay.

Parents murdered, home burnt down...
she cried a waterfall, for endless days in her mothers gown.

Lived alone, and never whispered a word...

If the world be ever changing,
Ever rotating on its wobbly axis,
Then I,
As constituent and citizen of the world,
Be ever changing too.

I was born hot, and wet, and loud, the last day of June.
And now I have grown,
And I have grown cold,
Because the hurt of learning
The pain of change, and the disappointment,
Has eaten to oxygen from the flame of joy
I was born holding
In my chest.

Were that I could find ignition within,
Some magic bit of unlockable truth,
rather than casting out my net of questions,
And attending to the ones who bite.

our hips fit,
our hands entwine,
fingers unlockable,
laughing twogether,
“mighty fine”
she’s wearing the Levi’s,
I’m wearing the Strauss,
and it looks like we
been stitched together

her hand slides
easy in,
to my back pocket,
smiling
she announces,
we like, fit,
like a wedding announcement,
we fit like,
like an old country song

we see a movie
with our crew,
lights go up,
everybody loved it,
she secretly, her nose
wrinkly wrinkles,
one too long car chase,
my eyes are grinning
from corner to corner,
knowing she’s knowing
i’m all in, full in her
with agreement total

they took us to a tailor,
suits we required,
made to measure,
fit as perfect, as
perfect we be, as
perfect as we were,
matching customized,
white shirts, black tie,
shiny black shoes,
for matching caskets,
everyone saying
we just fit together,
even now,
crying ‘so long,’
for so long,
see you guys
so soon,
you two
fit,
like an old country song, one that everyone knows, all the words.

A door is a gateway
To a new possibility
Some doors
Have many locks, chains and bolts
Designed to keep all but a few
Outside

Some doors are simple, unlockable
Easily opened
As long as you can reach the handle

Some doors are left ajar
And others
Are flung wide open

The human heart is like a door
Sometimes open
Sometimes firmly shut

A heart that is open
Allows others to enter
A heart that is locked
Will in time become
Desolate and isolated