I wonder if the strolling lovers
have a common ground
or if their arm candy relationship
is anything but sound.
...
I'd take a swinging bench
over a stuck one any day
for its sounds that fill the silence
when I don't know what to say.
...
So many things I owe to Carla
that I cannot know
because I cannot count
all of the ways that I have grown.
...
Shed the fat of helplessness
and dropp it to its death.
Do all the things you'd dream to do
without another breath.
...
My soul.
A deep rolling wave
reaching up to the bright blue sky,
reaching out to the coy clouds
...
I want to bring it to my friends and family;
I want to bring them the joy.
I want to bring it to the city;
to a nice brick building
...
Am I as fragile on the inside
as a book would say I am
or can I stretch the lengths of pain
if I do everything I can?
...
Did nobody walk into the room
that nothing ever build
and share the gift of sacred love
that no one ever felt?
...
It's unwise to starve your hopes
and feed your bitterness too much
yet I express my hatred with a body
that no one would touch;
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