I am not a prostitute.So why do I find myself
Trying to sell myself to you?
Advertising my best qualities
I catch myself dropping subtle hints
Attempting to sew a seed in your head
A reminder that I can make you feel…
Long walks on the beach
Looking into your eyes
I stretch out and reach
My hand lands with yours beside
My only demand is yours in mine.
Nothing else in mind.
Children take their time
Building their sandcastles.
We kick them over and laugh
Let’s spend the whole day together.
Wishing that we remain forever.
You sit in your throne, higher than any other woman could ever be.
I’m your King, you, my Queen deserve the better me.
We’re out of the country but this is such a beautiful state.
Seems as though time is moving at an unusual pace.
Let’s band together and march to the beat of our hearts.
If we stand together how could we fall apart?
People do too.
I never thought
I’d see the day
Where I see through, you..
It All Falls Down.
Things Fall Apart.
Cracks in your crown,
Pierce in my heart.
I wish you were mine.
I wish to be blind.
Because now I’m finding
The castle I spent my precious time designing
was made of sand..
You kicked it over and laughed.
All you asked was that I called.
“You should come by and check up on us more often.”
You said this but to no avail.
I allowed the workload of life to be my excuse
As if you haven’t experienced it too,
I nodded off the notion that you were becoming frail.
But I knew.
Yet I didn’t visit enough because I knew you’d have me move some furniture again.
I claimed it was “out of the way” and instead drove to see some friends.
Those are things I could never change.
Needless to say,
Death called you before I did.
Sometimes I’ll trade these people for trees
And gravel for dirt beneath my feet
Trade standing in line for wading in ponds
And give up conversations to listen to bird songs.
I can hear the movement of the unknown in the distance.
The stars here glow a little different,
With more purpose.
Red is the blood that drips from tortured black bodies and their tormented souls.
White is the privelage and peaceful state of mind.
Blue collar workers discovered power they’re not all responsible enough for.
This is the American flag I’ve pledged my allegiance to all these years.
“They call it the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it” – George Carlin
The first 60 seconds are peaceful.
Birds sing their song with such carelessness.
The slight breeze calms me.
I allow my eyes to close as I withdraw from the busyness.
The second 60 seconds brings unease.
The noise I hear envelops me.
The breaths I take no longer steady.
I’ve successfully panicked for no clear reason.