Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.

I'm on the waiting list
For surgery
The gimpiness
From hip
To knee
I've got a serious
Physical defect
For all it's plain
To see
Them *******
At the actors studio
Will be lining up
To play me.

When I’m surrounded by darkness,
And the feeling of finding a single ray of light is my religion

When I’m lonely in my thoughts,
And a feeling of unseen energy lifts me is my religion.

When my eyes brim with tears,
And the feeling of crying in a safe lap is my religion.

And,
When I'm all alone the feeling of a divine presence protecting me is my religion.

SO WHAT'S YOUR RELIGION??

I don’t raise my voice, just the heat in the room.
No need for roaring, when the air listens.

You step like you're testing the floor.
I stay where stillness holds power.

My glance is a pulse, a quiet decree.
The kind that bends time without breaking skin.

You offer storm,
I press calm against it, steady, like hands knowing exactly how to hold and when not to.

So when you move, know:
the rhythm’s already chosen, and
I’m not chasing.
Just waiting until you feel it pull.

A brain
Beating heart
Breathing lungs
Expelling excretory
A couple o thumbs
Chemicals
To grow
To heal
All tied together
Apparently real
So where do you sit
Within the vehicle?
What makes you
You?
What Are you in principle?
Virtually all you are
Is automatic
Your essence
Lies between
The static.