Jocund in the way she percolates
singing with heart, laughing with sensation
controverting her right to not conform
delivering a plea for animals
these are the subjects that move her,
the themes that impassion her
Alluring in the way of her disclosure
gleaming blue eyes, revealing white smile
persisting in spite of the unknown
inveighing intuition for the sake of consternation
this a showing of vitality,
a matter of endurance
Mercurial in the contrivance she declares
demanding assent, longing for apperception
receding inner progression
abdicating autonomy of thought
this marks an abeyance of growth,
a respite of relief
Invigorating is the titillation she sparks
kindling empressement, illuminating fervor
transpiring distant boundaries
emanating the depth of infatuation
her case con adoration,
a repudiation of affirmed predilection
Eminent in her exposition of desire
parading innocence, proclaiming liberty
seeking secretly security
desiderating dependable dependency
the paramour I once knew,
an inamorato with whom I yearn to re-unite
There, in gray agreements of cloudy mist, the sharp-edged desire
To flourish in secret sunglow and daytime moonshine,
The celebrated parish allure of ascendancy, beyond the veils of
Beaten soils and worn seams, beyond the smokey haze of
Lazy complacency and hazy whiskey wells, in mind
And neither hot nor cold reflections, a coveted flock
Flying in tall warbling songs of silence, by kind destinations
Of symmetry and balanced life, the soaring puff of unbound spirit,
Realms of sustained release allayed by a moment of hidden romance,
By the seconds in unborn fare.
Surveying the design of twilight fire and ashen coals
Of ebony enchantment, allied, forever in a moment
Of glowing sensation, a delicate balance of clever
Caste and black cat cries of pleasure, the vein of cinders and
Dusty blood, a faint discovery followed by the sayings of muses
And wise owls, by the will of nighttime awareness
And the flight of ancient pilgrims in
Concealed vestures, in silhouette and
Becoming the layers of affection and sweet embracing
Desire descried in exhaling wont and ventured cascades
Of pondered romance. A joyful, eminent break
In the professed worry of reflection and bothered
Visions, allayed by another tabloo of allure, by the
Overpowering kiss of tattered princesses and
Wild eyed maidens in meadows of amber and saffron,
The pleasure in roaming reveries of understanding
Myth, by the fable of sirens in song and quandaries
It was the perfect pilgrimage.
No daylight trudge through
This was a late night
orgy of terror.
And what weather.
If life had a soundtrack,
organ music would have played.
We saw the stone through
a rusty iron fence,
as cold to the touch
as coffin lids:
E. A. Poe,
and the dripping drool of years
more dead than lived.
The wind really did howl.
And lightning wreaked
a frightening electric vengeance
on the heavy sky.
Thunder shook the presbytery,
the webs that crawled across
its cold stone face.
And rain was heavy as knife thrusts,
then softened to drizzle
like the subsequent bleeding.
The question in cause and shuddering practice,
A court in escort with the distress of
Succulent residence and changing fears,
The wager in ravaged freedoms of mercy and
A shelter in wayfaring wishes and chartered
Whispers of love.
Membranes and the presence of passionate umbras
In allay with the still wishes of creation,
A liable aide in the spitfire of tested virgin
Confluence, a pure state of might in what babes and
Moth-eaten ancients descry in the balance between
Availing wills and helpless tears.
We all feel pain as we hit our teens
The change is so bad
We have the choices but what to do
And to think you have puberty too
But puberty's fine
The kids they used to be so kind
The pain I'm talking about is worse
You would think they had you on a course
You find out who you want to be and who you are
And then your siblings set the bar
Some try to be better but that's not who they are
So then they hate their life
That's why they grab those drugs and knives
They must have skipped DARE
The cops say as the blood goes everywhere
No happy ending for them
To think it happens all the time
If they would just look to see who they are
They would be above their siblings' bar
For just being you is the greatest thing of all
Emo Skater Goth Prep Nerd Jock
They're all the same like were in a flock
Like a flock of birds we'll be soaring so high
Above and beyond but some are still left behind
The parents and the cops say we're nothing
And then they start their cussing
We fall because of you
And you say it's our fault too
But look where you are
You fell below your own bar
So don't tell us to be just like you
Because now we know what not to do
When I look at you I see something different
But nothing bad
I see the you that you show
You're sitting there with a bow in your hair
I'm not like you but that's not rare
I don't get you
You don't hate your life
You don't wanna die but...
You do feel love
And you are you
And you do feel this hate
that's aiming at me
So why don't you stop it
All this hate its nothing you cant see
If you don't like me then why don't you just leave me be
I would do that to you but
Were so much alike but you wont show it
There are some differences but nothing big
If you take out that bow you'll see were not so different
So why are you so mean we could be friends but you wont let it be
Now I look at you and what do I see???
I see the you that you show
If you give me a chance it would be something more
You wont and that's ok
Maybe one day
I will see the real you then
Now you know what I see but
I'm standing here and what do you see
Because I know you don't see me
You see what you think I am
But that's not who or what I am
I'm not Emo I'm not skater
If you think that then you can come back later
Now I'm mad
You're standing here telling me what I am
Let me tell you I'm not like Bam
Just because I hate my life
You're telling me I wouldn't be a good wife
I am who I am and I'm not gonna change
You can make fun of me you can talk about me
I don't care its not true
I'll tell you how I feel
I don't hate my life
I don't wanna die
I am mad about a lot of things but...
I am me and I do love
And I do feel the hate you give off
You're pointing it at me
And I don't get it what do you see
Now that you know me it may change your mind
If you still don't get me then you're just blind
Because its just me, so now what do you see???
Our mom passed away in '84
We looked at each other and opened her door.
Trinkets of love throughout the years.
My sisters and I broke into tears.
Lockets of hair and baby barrettes.
Among all the trinkets that she had kept.
Handmade jewelry for her birthday.
And bright colored cards that we had made.
So you don't get a mother's day.
Or the joy of watching our children play.
A mother, a teacher and so much more.
A guardian angel at our door.
Trinkets of love you kept through the years.
We stood there wiping away our tears.