Standing before the masterpiece
she lamented it's incompleteness,
nothing ever gets completed in universe
thank homeostasis for the illusion

you are a body in a boat
on the lake with the shadows
of a million birds over your chest
and you are breathing with them all

and the waves want you
like I want you
and we will both kiss the tips
of your dripping fingers
stretching from your crinkled
hand, like all of Tennessee
in your palm.

oh, how full of fog you are.

you are a body in a boat
on the lake with that shore
covered in rocks, unskipped
the plants unpulled,
roots unslipped.

but as your fingers drip
from body to liquid
the discs of ripples
                     spread
to me on that shore
holding my own
               holy head

so little did we know                          (so little did we know)
those ripples were not our own
but instead
the alternating white/blue
of iris and cornea
of skin and vein
of hand and sky                                  (of iris and cornea
that all go away                                    of skin and vein
that all die                                              of hand and sky)

and one day, we will find
(beneath the shadows cast
by temporary leaves)                        (that all go away
our own bones, buried deep              that all die)
under the roots.

                                                         ­       (our own bones, buried deep
                                                            ­      under the roots)

                                                   *and you are breathing with them all

i let everyone
who i love
leave and going away
i hold on this pain
until it burst out to tears
that come out from my blue
i let them go
to make them happy
(even without me)

I’m cancer, can’t you realize this?
        Toxic and out of control.
You don’t need me, you’ll need chemotherapy.
        Why don’t you run?
                You need to run.

Those innocent glassy eyes
Staring in my direction with anticipation.
        Why me?
I’m ugly on the inside.
        Black with decay, and broken dishes.
I’m despicable and disastrous.

You have nothing to gain from me
        But everything to lose.
I will sink my teeth into your heart
        only to heal my own
                leaving you brittle and broken.

Why won’t you head my warning?
I’m a giant caution sign, but here you sit.
        You must want to be abused and dismantled.
                Do you think you will enjoy this brand of torture?

Do you think there is something deeper?
                                                        T­heres not.
I’m cancer.
        I’m hate.
                I’m full of black decay.
                        I’m ugly when you crack me open.
That’s all I’ll ever be.

You don't believe the truth
You blame it all on Him
You're hypocrite and fool
Stubborn, unreflective
But when it comes to someone else
Your critic side shows off
Demanding good from wrong
So, who are you to judge?

I want to break loose with hell,
roll like a tumbleweed
across the endless plains,
blow through nameless towns,
become a sweeping rain.

I want to fall in love with
the Queen of Hearts,
bedroll with faithless tarts,
shoot lead lightning from
my itchy fingertips
& rustle cattle.

I want to live
my life on the run,
ride fast
like the wind
on a trusty steed,
hold up banks & rob trains,
guzzle red-eye whiskey
to **** my pain
& not end up etched
on an oaken tombstone,
somewhere unknown,
decaying under
the prairie sun.

Feelin' manic depressive
Because love is the worst life lesson
That gets you toyed and messed with
Because you thought it was medicine
But it was really a choice weapon
That made you both get stepping
Towards this funk you both are now left in.
All because someone couldn't pay attention
And count the other as a blessing
That would be worth every second
Neither of you could question
What had happened in the past because you both got the present;
Being a gift to each other through the transgression
And guide each other in a positive direction
That the future two will be able to mention
What you both had to do to get to that ascension.
Seeking from each other some kind of protection
Through being honest and constantly confessing,
Rather than we resort to this mind guessing
That makes us both all kinds of stressing
Because I won't speak and you won't listen
And we keep coming back to some sort of reflection,
Since we both must dissect where lies this error or in-correction.
There is something, however, that needs addressing,
Which is why do we have this profound connection
That is openly discussed with heart-felt affection--
Leaving us subliminal impressions
And alters perspective of what leads us both to perfection?