We the People=Love

it'd be a lie to run away
from every song and dream i've played
within my mind...and here in space
wooden sheets and doily lace
also hold my thoughts on Thee
tears of salt match drops of sea
and i'm so weak, i cannot move
i cannot waste more time to prove
existence...

it's real
it's here
it's now
it's sealed
this fate that God has long concealed
i've fought
i've yelled
i've tripped on grace
i've prayed for one to wipe my face
cleaning up my doily lace

i've looked
i've seen
i've touched and heard
all the heads within your Word
they need
they thirst
they love
they curse
Your name and every giving verse

the light shines on and whites this lace
that once was scarred, a bloody trace
back to days of old, slow death
the light shines on each filthy breath
and due to this, you may now see
every sign nailed 'pon wood trees
all the people equal love
the greatest worth
from Thee...above.

Sorry

I ran to the one with the hardest shell
Scared to find another endless well
foreboding...dark...making me drown
Because the Asian still holds my purple crown
I asked for it once, but he withheld
And now my heart is a bleeding cell
Once again

You were so close...so near-then you flew
You started to run, becoming unglued
So I laid there on sand, pleading for truth
Youthful faces may betray us
Growing patience will delay us
Everyone's been Scared to Death of Dying
But I want to Live. Breathe. Quit all this whining
Maybe honesty's just too much because when we
Barely even touch, our mouths tighten 'round ev'ry secret
Building hilltops of regret...on sacred ground.

Whisper just one, CLEAR, open sound
I promise I will listen!
Can't you hear the battle cry!?
I am breaking only because you keep taking
And Twisting this tale of dreams
Ripping my trust right down the seams

I'm so scared of you
I'm so aware of you
I'm so confused by you

He holds my hand
He stays by me on sand
He clears my doubts with one look at this land
He's waiting in the wings
Clinging to the hope of my return
And I hate standing by, just watching him burn
Maybe I should quit trying and learn

How to Let Live and Let Die

So If Yellow is your Mountain Strategy
it's failing quite miserably
Maybe I should Break Away and Fall
While you keep building those high, impenetrable walls

I'm so sorry

Awkward Soul

I see his small fidget as you whisper the knives
Even in jest, your words can break lives

His mother sits idle, remarried and poor
Fourteen years have gone by, but the wounds are still sore
Driving hours, he’ll leave his house fast to escape,
Questioning God and every small, empty gape
That seem only to fill when her smile is near
The heart flutter which echoes my own, soft, but clear

His sister’s moved out to find peace by the old
And the half one’s alone in her bedroom, so cold
Dark and morbid she wilts, capacity low
While their rooster wakes up by the bloodied, crazed crow

He haunts through his home to save her from death
Calls it “suicide watch” and cries out hidden breaths
Once the duty’s been done, he lies under the covers
Every fire of innocence from childhood’s smothered

The boy reaches down to find comfort on paper
Magazines provide dreams when life will be simpler
The boy curses such lives and all children who follow
Every word, every tear, every pill that’s been swallowed

His father exclaims how a promise’d been sworn
The plan was to kill him before he was born
Mommy and Daddy agreed on this stance
An easy solution, needing no backward glance
The date came and halted. She backed down, discerned
That maybe this child was not hers to let burn

That one quick decision brought smiles from stars
And months dragged on ‘till his shriek broke her guard
Things would be different, surely! She pleaded
But tears grew to hate as her husband retreated
Nights used for dates, days used for lies
He left her there bleeding…too broken to cry

And now in that house, so ruined by fate,
They sit and pretend that the days go too late
Sloth fills their pockets and eyes look toward breasts
Never again shall there ever be rest

I see his dark fidgets every day that he grows
And their rooster wakes up by the bloodied, crazed crow

Poor woman, the Queen

I think I’m too proud to be persuaded
And almost too loud for aggravation
Yet so quiet my voice when all else has faded
And my eyes are on yours. You breathe life.

You breathe life

I’m ready for action
And steady in mind
Think of what words are now jaded
You’ve the upper hand
Quick in your movement
Soft with berating all my hidden conclusions
Crime falters such missions
Of reflective petitions
Epistles in masses I’m gone by the morn
Torn between loves, ideas that seem foreign
Wake me, oh Rays of beauty so bright
Lift my spine toward the pines
broken skies
Clouds…then light
Breaking clouds…breaking sights
The mother can’t feed her child this week
The frost on the panes and the fuzz whites mine cheek
I’m so sick
I’m so filthy and I have no escape
This longing’s not sated. I’m desperate to wake
And hear those birds chirping, flapping blue wings
Melding into my painting
A Father in chains
A Brother in pain
Yet the mother still sings
With sunken cheeks, flaxen face, ragged hair grips the scalp
She sings and she dances
Out loud she thanks God
His bountiful blessings on the streets are not lost
The son of his cost dripped down blood, red as love
Passion defines the word hate
Love is dry and yet wet
All the same
She sings and she dances
I envy her spirit. That wicked, small face is who God gives true purpose
Cause she shares the chalice in her mind and breaks the bread as time elapses. I envy her spirit

7*

I’d choose Warmth over the Cold
Soft over the Hard
Presence over Absence
And Anger over Murder
But as the layers deepen I can see how
Cold is what attracts me
Hard is what can teach me
Absence can unite three

But murder still remains