Break

I’m unsure what happens
When we break free
Like grass growing through pavement

What happens when
I let go of my sensibilities
Will this ubiquitous fog dissipate?

So many follow their hearts
But live in basements
Strangled by debt and regret

While others follow their minds
And live in lofts
Strangled by doubts and inquiries
About what could have been
If they would have broken free

So I stand at an unambiguous crossroads

Irony

Breathing was never hard
I never asked my lungs to swell
Flooding themselves with precious air

Seeing was never difficult
I never forced my pupil’s dilation
My optic nerve to unwind

But no incredible inhalation
Nor a stunning sight
Could ever provide
What you already have
But drawing near to you
Is like hugging flames

Emo

Love’s Illusiveness

I can’t touch it
I can’t feel it
Where is it hidden
In the cosmos
In the nebulas
Where can I grab it
Grapple it
Caress it
Press it against my face
Open my chest
And place it inside
Tickle it with my nose
And run it down my neck

Instead my fingers grasp air
I squint and see it
But it must be an illusion
Because it is void
There’s nothing there

But what if I took another glance
What if I tilted my head
Or peek-a-boo’d the heavens

Then what if I took hold of it
Left it powerless in my fingertips
Pressed it down
Pinched it
Pulled it with all my power
Would it still escape my perseverance

But what if You inhaled
Every fragment unable to escape
What if it entered your trachea and filled your bronchioles
What if it filtered through Your blood

Then could I grab You
Can you become tangible
And press your lips against mine
And breathe, breathe, breathe
Exhale, exhale, exhale
And then I breathe, breathe, breathe,
And inhale, inhale, inhale

Then it travels through me
My bronchioles nearly burst
My heart pumps harder than ever before
My skin becomes tactile
And now I’m no longer a savage
Because in me lives the divine
And a touch of the universe has entered my darkness

Emo Warning

This illusory image of Eden
Why am I invincible
Untouched by its ambiance

Without love we are savages
Without it, I am empty
Unable to reciprocate

The grandeur of this moment
Is met with cold smiles
My face feels disfigured
My laugh is forced
My fists are clinched

How long will this bitter chill
Echo through my soul
How long will I break like ice
Those who leap into my arms

When did I become an animal
But even a dog loves his master
When did I become an insect
But instead I smash their fragile hearts

Cause God can.

Clad me in cloths of purple
And place an emerald crown upon my brow
Tell me I’m a prince

Ride horses with me
When the dusk stretches miles
Tell me I’m a prince

Convince me that I’m ready
Your courage to me avow
Tell me I’m a prince

Because for far too long
I’ve wandered the courtyard
With averted glances of inferiority

But bring me into the courts
Call me enough
And tell me I’m a prince

With your scepter touch my signet
And clothe me in your royal gown
Place me upon your golden throne
And tell me I’m a prince

craziness.

I like the world where yards are fenced
Lawns are trimmed
And trees are pruned

I like the world where shirts are tucked
Slacks are pressed
And hair is cut

I like the world with rules defined
Boundaries set
It’s black and white

I live the world of wilderness
Where seeds to fly
And trees grow wild

I live the world with chucks and pantyhose
And black lipstick
And unmatching clothes

I live the world that’s full of gray
with many definitions
of what’s okay

but fences hold back the beauty of the wild
where trees and springs burst forth in deserts and break through pavement

and dress codes force uniformity, conformity,
where expression, beauty and creativity was once called deformity

while people may knows rules, rules don’t know people
who live and breathe and struggle and think

I learning to like the world where beauty lives
Where homogeny and utopia break down to
Ingenuity and loving diverse community

Love is

If love spoke the world
And erupted into light
And clothed the trees with leaves
And filled the massive mote

If love danced with the wind
So it would trickle on our necks
And filled the clouds with dew
Bursting forth the ground’s food

If love’s behind the cheetah’s sprint
In the solace of a turtle
Respires every gill
And ballets the eagle’s wings

Then this love that swells within my heart
This pure, eurhythmic repertoire
The unadulterated mystery
Is anything but unnatural