Inner-being

Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing

Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread

Seedling, Know

“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on

Some pleading to an audience of none

“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”

Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been

Were as empty husks

A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me

Fields of memories from some cliff you chose

This, my grain, my daily bread

Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath

Divine Self

Certain and truthful
Your divine self
Not a deity
But still so damn divine
Super and powerful

And superpower filled

Finally and fiercely
Shall step in
Save the day and declare
You’re an unwounded warrior
Don’t you know?

Our Finest Hour

Our finest hour

And, Goddamn it, lift your voice

Shriek to me from out of the grey

It has been six years and six months to the day

Set aside your pen

Unpoison your wellspring

Harmonize with me

End the endless justification of silence

Of the dark

Lived lives trump safe lives

Remember?