my small protest.

makeshift universe, intangible god, and angels, like fog or vapor. lions running under the african sun, leaping into the air, freeze frame. little children with bloated bellies, fingers like hooks inside their innocent mouths. wars on terrorism, wars on drugs, and little personal everyday wars, and chanting monks in the hidden pockets of Tibet and the masses thinking they're going "green" recycle their plastic bottles, while the men in slaughterhouses put down the animals while avoiding their eyes, and no one's learning that violence begets violence, while all of humanity is in deep debt with the universe cause we're all out of self love, dispensed like pocket change at the county fair on the same fucking games. in mexico there's a place where women are disappearing and no one knows why, and they turn up as mutilated bodies, its the secret of the universe to be so cold, and miss america lost her crown on the way to the top, and men have forgotten the idea of courtship and women have forgotten the sanctuary of their bodies. we're stuck like babies inside a trapped womb, (buts its so nice & warm in here) feed the parking meter, cause everything is on its way to becoming expired.lions running under the african sun, little children blown up in wars.....
makeshift universe, intangible god, and angels like fog or vapor.

Just so you know

She's an ethereal creature, riding on waves of pleasure and a good fight. Most men stand back in awe, they don't know how to handle such a wild thing. She moves quickly like fire, you only wish you could keep her. but it's impossible;like trying to hold onto water. And one false move, can keep you shot out and straight to hell. she captures the mind quickly, takes hold, pours herself into you and when you've think you've found the one, fallen hard and wanting more, she's left you for something new. Something more peculiar, fascinating and under the radar...enjoy her while you can...muses are meant to keep moving.

u lose.

it was an emotional counterfeit
i was bamboozled
and
i was confrontational.
but what else is new?

i stared into the abyss
for too long
eyes were drained
from their sockets
brain was a black fuzz of static.
no more i said

so switch the channel.

then i opened my mouth
and a swarm
of verbal hornets flew out:

(i said i was confrontational)

don't act so surprised
when
your lights get turned out

still,
from time to time
i wish i could feel
his arms around me

if only i had not broken them.

maybe.

i could
close my eyes
and i could
imagine his face
the smell of his cologne
still seared into my memory

and if i could
i could sense him coming
and i could
see him sleeping
his back, so smooth
underneath the smiling moonlight

he's imperfect
but perfect

and i could,
with my eyes closed
to the sun
buy into his tricks
keep his secrets
form his world
i would keep it forever
i know what love is
now
i know
and i won't be selfish
anymore
and i won't keep us held
falsely together
by mere fantasies and expectations
and i will be good
because i want to be
and i'll be someone's other half
cause i know what love is
now
and because i learned hard lessons
from before
what love wasn't
i know now...
and i could feel him
on his way
walking towards me
in another city
wearing a black coat
and he's thinking the same thing
cause we both know
what love is
now.

the only thing left now,

is for him to exist.