We the gentle
Are meant for
Sentimental
For charcoal pencil thumb-smudged skies
Over lamplit rented rooms on the Seine
Moonlight gauzey glamoured eyes
Grimy hands that write paint spin, throw clay,
that grab our grandfather’s violin at all hours of the day and play.
Mad with passion,
starving, raving, gorged on lush love-struck life abundant,
on rain-slicked splendor.

We the gentle
Bend toward each other in salvation as sunflowers turn inward in the absence of sunlight.
Salvation.
It’s all wrong
We do not belong do not belong.
Bloodletting stardust into the vents
Hearts rent and free bleeding
Feeding the over fed
No page or paint, no violin
No romance, no gods here
But Death and Dread.

We the gentle
Get no roses but see red red red with arms outstretched,
Fighting the tide
Soft bodies open minds
Not weak but kind
Once fruit, now rind
We aren’t meant for these times.
Clear eyed and noncompliant,
We who know the essence of Love Defiant,
Truth in muck, truth in starlight,
We feel the press on all ******* sides
To run, to hide

And instead sing, paint, play
Write.

The winters snow is marching in                                                               ­       you can feel it behind the wind                                                             ­              I  look  out  the window I always do                                                           A  big oak tree is in my range of view                                                           So  many seasons I've watched go by                                                             seen  its  leaves turn emerald bright                                                           ­watching as they fall to the ground                                                         landing softly without a sound                                                            ­  Beautiful  leaves with silver side up                                                             shielding themselves from raindrops                                                        ­  Lit  up by lightening all in white                                                            ­ during a thunderstorm at night                                                            ­        all  of this beauty here to see                                                              ­       that God has placed before me

Moon is silent,
The air’s humming
Around my ear.
Speaking straight
To the head,
The sky is crystal clear.

Mist in the grass.
Silence as every drop falls,
Moon's calm gaze,
A true beauty - my heart calls.

Seeking more
With my breath on hold.
More warmth and calmness,
A bond unknown but too bold.

Not fast,
This moment must pass slow.
For me to cherish this scene,
Making each moment glow.

A black floss rolled out,
Fading the milky light.
I walked away,
Admiring the last sight.

Undress me with light of your eyes,
for i long to be engulfed in.
by mere glances i feel purified,
as raven in sun- lit forest.
those stares tore down the sins,
i wonder about pure bliss.
these clothes flow upon my body,
They stick and make me sick but oh,
Oh, how i long to be undressed.
Both by the body and soul.
So, undress me with light of your eyes my love.
As i no longer can befall.

Twisting
Turning
Writhing
Wrapped tightly ‘round my thoughts
Squeezing
Squirming
Demanding
To ignore it would be naught
Powerful
Majestic
Destructive
Leaves logic dead in its wake
Beautiful
Sernene
Inviting
Maybe I’ll listen this once

Two full hours
To leave the **** house
Then arrive at a place
Where they'll all shut me out
For the hair isn't right
Mouth has dried drool
Even the layers of makeup
Isn't enough for you

Then the hours will pass
Frizz coats my hair of red
And your venomous words
Still ring in my head
For when the night dawns
And I can finally sleep
Even my own mind
Says I'm not enough for me

Maybe this is dramatic
Joking so true
But the words have turned real
The mirror made cruel
Minds think alike
In the same way
And the lies you told
Still hurt to this day

Now it's three full hours
To get out of the house
A routine so excessive
I feel I'll never get out
And once it's over
When the laughter is done
My layers of self worth
Have all turned to none

Indescribable,

it's so beautiful here, al-


most beyond my grasp.