A Northwestern Family

One day, you will be all mine.

We will live beneath the trees and above the moss.

Our legs will feel light as we trudge over rocks & waterfalls.

The rain will be your love & the mountains your muse.

We will walk along the strings of higher education

& run with the forested roads.

The city will light up in Big Pink, & purple lights.

The town's people will forever love Voodoo & a Rocky sort of Horror.

I could not imagine your tiny hands growing,

any place other than where mine grew.

I know you will love the light air & chilled mornings.

The snowy holidays & brisk summers.

We will live in a brick built home

surrounded by evergreen trees.

Cool outside, but we sit cozy.

Warmed by the vibrant fire.

I will love him,

he will love me,

& we will love you my darlings

in a Northwestern home.

God's Broken Home

Curiously, you're wondering why I have called you here?

To take your breaths, to keep the time turning.

This place will wear your feet as well as your heart.

Making you into nothing more than what you have planned for yourself to become.

It's an ageless rumor that calls upon a purpose, alas, there not be one.
When the days drag on & you've come to lose all you've found,
that is when you will know why.
That untold being that keeps your beat hidden within their palm;
the hour will come when a life be taken,
and in all that golden love, lust, and chemically balanced brain function,
you'll lose it all as all lose you.

Beneath the half hidden truths, there is not a human that live within happiness above hope.
All beings be equal, all humans be humane, & within decency we find it.
Let go all whispers, beneath the loudest voice we find validity.
The softest beings possess the hardest tongues, and for self worth, my dear, is why I have brought you here.

Lost; There's No Place Like Home

It is still ugly in my head:

I write the word over again.

It curls all messy, like a dirty mop

cleaning up poodle hair.

Staring straight at me,

I knew this was a mistake...

But my head too stubborn to admit

I need to go home.

Where is this place?

Lost.

I was just stopping by.