The way it walls in thunder across the sky
Strikes in lightning crashing by
Cries in drops fall tward the ground

  Just a sound
not a sound

Gasp for this thing you've never seen

                                    scream for that life you never knew

                                       cry for this hate you dont understand

                                              pray for your life to be something

                                    sing for everything else


                 sing me a picture ill paint you a song?
Do We Have A Deal?
                                     yes yes mr. whatever you say, just please let me go...

sometimes life throws you a curve ball
sometimes life wont play catch



                                                          Judge­ me please

                                                         ­ its what i begging

its what im calling for when i challenge life to entertain me



look at me, look through me, look to me, look past me and  
    
scream






scream everything you cant see
scream everything you cant sing
cry the rest out for the world to see
and build you a bridge for


                                                         so why do you get a bridge

                                         what makes you so ******* special?

                                         your tears, the pain you've never felt

                                                           ­                                                    its stolen, all of it

                                                  cant you just ******* wait for it to come to you

                                              you know it'll get there on its own

                                           then who will you lament for

                                       then who will cry and scream

 who will sing a lulaby
too sweet to sleep to...

sanity is relative

it's a hidden amenity

some convenience of clarity

like the kleenex in hotel bathrooms.

you'll be fine without it

better even maybe

depending on how big a mess you like to make..

because toilet paper works just the same

only maybe not as nice

same principal really-

most people cant even tell.

or maybe they're too busy

trying to tell themselves

the scotty they're holding

isnt 2 ply.

Mapping the veins on eyelids
A subtle lattice work of blue life
softly breathing, indifferently beating
a gentle pulse lifting skin
a rare moment of honesty, deliverance
found only in the frame of a dream

An exchange of minds would leave us breathless
Speechless, for here words have no bounds
no meaning, other than that which we bestow
delicatelydownward

a path is traced
Along the creeping blue
past through the notches of your spine
a path well known
never to be lost upon

My child. My life

Deep in a wish of denial
what i wouldnt give
to trade with you
A gift i tried to give
.but i was never good at sizes

my darling.mydear

If only i could
exchange once more
i promise i would get it right.
Instead, they tell me
its time to let go
to you my child-
the first ill never know

                                                           ­                                                       and so she slept
                                                           ­                                                     in sweet fragility
                                                       ­                                                        almost breathing

                                                      ­                                                                 and so i wept
                                                            ­                                              with subtle bravery
                                                         ­                                                             almo­st living.

Another night
filled with men
Wearing those eyes
that look,
the predatory one.
Staring-
gorging
on imaginary flesh;
but hey
that's why they pay me
And that's how
in a few more years
I won't be here.
Replaced-
with a younger model
Maybe even,
that I've trained
in my likeness

Finding his ***** hair In my clothing
What is seven years but one of your lifetimes
Even the cats have nine

Faces that can't choose
between a smile or a frown
I can assure you
my heart is breaking
Fortunately
the lattice work of scar tissue
cradles the pieces together.
Eventually
they'll knit back,
still beating all the while

The beautiful things
or body does

Do not mistake guilt for affection
Its a worse way of getting your heart broken
Than confusing *** with love