I took you to the movies at the mall because I wanted to show you some fun.
I could feel the sadness in you and wanted to show you a bit of me. I’m all about going to the movies. I wanted to show you the magic of them, you never grew up in that world, you didn’t see that world the way I did. So I brought you into mine with all the eye wideness I could muster.
I liked you sitting next to me in the movie theater, sharing a first time experience of a new story unfolding on the screen, my friend, my lover, my soon to be girlfriend, then a fiancee, then a wife whether I knew it all or not, you were my destiny coalescing.
When we left the movie theater I pointed at the Merry Go Round and said let’s go for a ride, you smiled and didn’t know what to say.
I put a bright big gold metal token in your hand and led you to the gate where the man took your token.
You had fun picking out what type of an animal you would ride on. I think I picked a frog.
I took a picture of you smiling as you posed for me on your horse.
Then you and I took off and went around and around, and up and down….
I think perhaps I delight in you,
simply because there is a bite in you
a something quite not right with you
In the many fluid ways of you.
You draw me in with all kinds of sin,
but this poor delicate body can only
take so much abuse,
the fear is the itch that I scratch,
as it beckons
I answer, I bleed and bruise
my soul and mind continually
playing the fool of a tool
where your ways rule
of the day when we play
in decadent forays
of searing sensual
I meander down a shadowed road
upheaved, trees overturned and strewn about in my way, as a soft bird calls in the distance, beckoning me away.
It’s always the destructive, mingled with the mundane with you.
Drawn to mischief as the moth’s ass
is to a searing flame.
Who’s to blame in this story of us then?
Which of us needs to be grabbed and shaken, to fucking change
to learn to love “properly” in the mind
as the hand still explores the pain.
People are never simple.
All crying onions. Layer upon layer.
Until Time is forgotten.
Live fiercely while time abounds,
and stop biting at the bonds
of which you think constrict
you, for they don’t for a life lived properly
constructed in the spending.
Hold time’s hand as if as a friend, love
every nature of it’s passing and it shall
slow down and comfort every second
of your days.
Create a world uniquely all yours,
from the infinitesimal to the grandiose
inside or without, to implode
or explode into a world of your
Sluggish temptations will always pull at the
the very fabric of you, a quicksand
to drown, a meandering path to muddle,
entropy to trap, as Order becomes
undone and Chaos catches you.
Sleep not with Chaos long no matter how
charming her bed is.
Revel in the importance of your life
love, love, love,
yourself and others
Roll around in that word love
like a dog playing in a
pile of fall leaves,
Never fear the outcome for a life
you have lived fiercely.
I gotta tell you guys
there’s this girl I got married
just October last.
A little sexiness
wrapped all up
in spontaneous fun
like a toy gun
that you don’t
know when its about to go off
Getting me all undone,
my god she’s been the one
since the beginning
of the meet up
Eyes dark and delicious,
kind and genuine.
That’s Spanish for extraordinary,
now I lavish her with the
whenever we go out
Cuz, she started as my Princess
and I made her my Queen
And she know who the King be,
especially in bed,
where she can just Be
with me, as she let’s
me take the lead
sending her to a little slice of
beyond the word weak
tried to pin to
She grew and she climbed
She bled and she wept
She flew beyond the
bonds of other’s
and found her
own song to sing.
I knew she was a
woman I could I fall in
was my final thought
she walked out the door
of our first meetup.
with me wearing, I’m sure
a boyishly sad grin,
wondering if I would ever
see her again
I was told today to be decisive.
I was told today that my response
to stopping racism was the typical
answer that would never work and
has never worked.
I was told that my ideals were not enough
You don’t think I want to do a Boston Tea Party
on all their asses,
to burn and pillage, boycott and tear down
all the apathetic institutions and cold corporations that
turn a blind eye to the
many colored man,
to turn my back on authority while giving the middle
finger to it all?
Fuck yes. Every damn day.
Yet, I don’t want my world to burn
around me even though
it burns from within.
I don’t want a black old man crying
in the streets because his
business burned to the ground.
I don’t want a white old man
bleeding profusely after
being knocked to the ground.
I don’t want death, I don’t want destruction.
I don’t want hate. I don’t want fear.
I want compassion
I want cooperation
I don’t want division
I don’t want disdain
I want respect.
I want justice.
I want inclusion.
I don’t want any more Martyrs
for the cause.
There has never been indecision in me,
only the resolve
for all the world
wake the fuck up.
There are certain songs that you must
listen to the words,
while others songs
you can simply tap
a foot to and let your
soul get lost in the rhythm of.
People are like that also;
you either get lost in them
or sit and listen,
really listen, and both ways
are equally important.