The Children

It isn't easy...
remembering the promises.
All the what ifs, the maybes.
Pulling in the sometimes;
It can all become a bit hazy...

& destruction comes
If from my tongue
Rolls an "I forgot"

For in my skull
there not take note
A teeny-tiny robot.

There be a brain,
a mind of mine.
& yes,
It may have flaw.
But that does not push truth
That all this youth
May grind & gnaw & caw.

We care for you so,
& this, you may know,
to keep in your pocket forever;
We try our best, give us a rest,
& we shall together
conquer every endeavor.

Unity's Religion

I am no different

Than him
     Or her.
Than they,

I hold no extra,
Nor
do I lack a chord

We all inhale
The beauty of botany
& fumble across plains of mud --

Open our eyelids to see,
Hear, speak
of a wisdom in our skull.
Yet the knower not always grow
his
   own
       mind.

Dear Undear,

I hope that
You rot in hell.
I hope you die
Tomorrow.
But most of all, I think
I hope
Your days are filled with sorrow.
Your sins be dark
Your heart be grey
and all the world's love does leave you.
Be thankful
I not lead such a way;
Or this hope could come to be you.

Imaginary

How may you tell mankind about that which does not exist,
When existence may be defined only by one's own mortality?

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For every day that ends in day,
For every light or open window;

I will love you then.

Free and never ending,
Inside this sea of infinity.

A Valentine

It becomes so droll,
mindless, cliche.
To feel more than
"I love you"
could ever say.
To taste a word
so sweet on your brain.
But this emotion be more
than my mouth may claim.
So this is for you;
To tell you I care,
& remind your heart
that I will always be here.
For you are that
which makes me this.
& there is no way more perfect
we may exist.

As A Balloon Passed By

I never had a sense of self.

Never--

saw the horizon line.

Kicked my shoe

through forgiving mud.

Never thinking

maybe...

there could be consequences.

Always jumping

before I thought.

Never

holding back the fray of mind.

I was always a dreamer,

never taught

how to open my eyes.

Keeper,

You'd be so proud;
the way I've grown.
Crushing goals,
all set in stone.
Though, my soul
not heed a word;
My spirit runs,
free as a bird!
& no one knows...
for their eyes be closed.
But I know you see
through a haze of them;
That someone that I am.

Saint Nicholas

Santa is coming!
I've told him you're good.
So he's bringing his reindeer,
they'll stomp on your roof,
make a big ruckus
with their four dirty hooves.

With a clang and a clammer
he'll come on through
right down your chimney
with a present or two.
Give a big bellow,
a wiggle like jelly,
as he sends milk & cookies
down to his belly.

Then, as quick as he came,
he's off! There he goes!
On to bring joy
to the other good folks.

Stranger,

How do you make me

feel so rotten,

stranger?

With the wind in your lips

you howl; chasing into

my deepest insecurities.

I wave flurries upon myself.

Though you'll never know

just how cold the taste

of conjured wind curls.

Piercing through the fabric,

chilling my veins,

until the seams tear;

Letting out the frosted air.

How do you make me,

stranger?

How do you make me care?