The Shape of a Heart

The shape of his heart Fit perfectly Into the groove of her insecurity

The Blue and Broken

Life for some of us Has been a brutal beating- Blue hearts bruised and bleeding.

Permanence

Though life may be A finite thing- The journey itself is never ending.

Mistakes

The breadth of my mistakes Will take your breath away.

Loving You

A gentle wave washed Over her. It said "With all the force my Mother provides I could not wash away your Beauty even if I tried." And her hair began to Glisten like the stars, Drawing the attention Of everyone down the boulevard. Her hand in mine was enough To put a halt on time. Momentarily I looked into those Beautiful blue eyes, Thanking the god of the skies. She walked with me until sunrise. And as the sun chased away the darkness, The vocal mountains proclaimed that her Beauty could not be harnessed. "What could possibly possess you to so Truly walk next to unruly me?" I said in a fit of insufficiency. I caught her stare her in the middle of The fair as we sat in a chair drawing Patterns in her hair. I believe in what is true- Im in love with loving you.

The Pitiful Pathway

A decadent monstrosity, Of sickening velocity. Life- a bittersweet atrocity.

Societies Labeling

Though im blind, I can see. Though I cry, I am not weak. I will die but ill never leave. I do not believe, in societies labeling. Though im crippled, I am not obsolete. I might be handicapped, but I can compete. I might be fat, but my soul is intact. I might be introverted, but I can act. I do not believe, in societies labeling. Though im small, inside im tall- I do not need a big truck To prove anything at all. I might be ugly, but not to my honey- And if beauty is in the eye of The beholder, you shall not Judge me. I cannot hear, but I can Sense your fear. I cannot write but my Message is clear. I am the beautifully broken, story Of the year. I dwell in a trailer, I am not An evil invader. I am an artist not moralities Impostor, I do what artists do- We are not monsters. I am a foster child, nevertheless a human Being, so how could you, treat me as "Less than thee?" So why oh why, do you judge me? When you know, that societies Labeling, does not mean a thing? And where did your own individuality Go, if you cannot make a Decision on your own?

Sickening Societies

Today I watched A soul be raped And did not say A thing until It was too late. Today I watched, Her gentle fire Be put out As she was put down And put up for Hire in within The Liars Shire. I stood and saw Each paw claw and Scrape away at her Fate to line up A tunneled vision Navigational system Not allowing her Peace to flow With ease within.

Barricade Broken

I rose from Hades Fell into the sky Crawled beneath the Golden sealed bridge Of barricades Landed among the vineyards Resplendent lusty leaves, Crawled through the Lowest of valleys, Rose above our eagles eternity, Stretched beyond the miserable Mayhem that these puppets play, Bowed one knee to the purple Sun that slithers to and fro This woeful land, Raised my fist towards the Frenzied Forces, Spat in the forecasts face, Hunted alongside the Beautiful Blue-Bellied Beast of Bittersweet Memory, Cheered the sinners Along in their song. And make no doubt About it I have Allied myself With the Underdog And, of course, pain itself.

The Layers

I am a man of many failures A beast of many layers A child of many prayers

I Care

Our difference is- I care about you, More than you, even do.

Justice Served

Oh what a day, it will finally be, When Law and Order have their way, In you and me.

In The City

Sitting in the city- 
Rumbling cars, automated people, buzz past.
Over the chaos, I can hear, and see, but nothing lasts.

The Game of the Insane

Feelings aren't forever 

Some decisions last. 

Some memories are strong

Some fall through the cracks.

Losing themselves in the

Twisty twirly 

tingling tentacle like

Top of your mind. 

Feelings aren't forever. 

Sometimes I wish they were. 

But no difference would 

Be noticed. 

If we were all the same, 

We would be robots, 

And existence would be 

Pointless. 

He who preaches assimilation,

Trying to bring the world 

Together is to be avoided. 

The red man leaving with 

His head on his shoulders- 

A vivid dream violently voided. 

Feel the same, 

Think the same 

Believe the same

Worship the same 

Eat the same 

Marry the same 

Essentially-

Play their game 

The Game of the Insane.

Take Me Somewhere

Take me back to a place I like to be. 

Anywhere but here, take me.

Take me somewhere

Greener grasses on higher hills

Knolls roll beneath the upper wind's chills. 

Take me anywhere but here

I want what I cannot have, 

And have what I do not want. 

I do not, like the portly preaching prince once beseeched

“Want what I have, have what I want.”

The flesh still craves. 

Im hardly satisfied now and will 

Wake up hungry come morning. 

A whole new day

Of searching for a soul

Ahead of me, waiting.

So take me to the place I like to be. 

Never is it here, in front of me. 

The Death of Me

I miss a lot. 

I miss the little church we would attend

The little yawns waking up in bed

The little cars we drove

The cave by the cove.

I miss the little things we had. 

The little furnished apartment we shared

These memories are the barrel down which I stare. 

I miss the little hugs we gave

The situations which we escaped. 

Im going to throw myself into the sea, 

Until these memories are the death of me. 

A Little Sin Now and Then

As I parked I opened the door 

Smoke bellowed out and began to pour 

I headed in, premeditating sin 

I was about to commit, once again. 

They seated me quick and they did so proper, 

Seasonal beers, seasoned steaks- todays offer. 

She was right right there to get me started

Perhaps on an appetizer or something with garlic… 

The crowds surrounding me were young and fun 

It made me sad that I was sitting alone acting dumb 

The lights stayed dim and the people stayed classy

A place to be for the rich and fancy.

They were up to big things but for now it was time to drink. 

Time to drink but for me time to think. 

My server headed over and he knew my order

Even though he got it wrong I got what I came for. 

A steak and a beer to keep good feelings near. 

A soulful food experience was my intention, 

Anything less is not worth my invention, 

And I stay inventive, without much incentive. 

Collaborative thought like the collective, 

I'm the ambassador that is respected. 

He rang me up and walked it out 

The good smells made me want to scream and shout. 

I began to salivate looking animalistic

I should have asked for him to salt and pepper this bitch. 

I prepared my meat and checked the pink

It was cooked to perfection and ready to eat. 

A side of fries and plenty potatoes passed

I took care of them and saved the best for last. 

Four beers lay on a platter

Could I get drunk any faster? 

So I drank and I ate and I smiled and I thought

"Now would be a good time to dash to the lot."

And off I went, 

Without paying a cent. 

I hope that waiter, 

Can still make his rent.