The left of my brain, omnipresent, churns in the background, planning to acquire real estate, shaking hands with all my synapses, as a snake, propagating the message, “don’t ask for too much.”
The whole of my heart, hope-trained, stands in the line of fire, clad in silvery full armor, bravely readying my skin, deflecting endless barbs of propaganda, imparting the beautiful truth, “I am her too much.”
A wide, unwavering band that binds
Advertise it in the stars
As an Orion’s Belt to warn
The unsuspecting
Wholly unwilling
Now repentant, unintentional prey
A stance in arms-crossed
Body language clear and bright
As a banner, broadcast
In social contract, we dance
Lest a heart meander beyond
Boundaries, damn it, boundaries!
I can not hold your hand in public
I can only kiss you in the dark
I will want or must take you now
I will not risk my reputation for you
I wanted a supermodel
I wanted a life without the angst of you
I turn on you and bleed ink onto paper
I turn a buck off your stopped heart
We’re supposed to be calm through all this
Act unaffected
Not try to reverse-spin the Earth on its axis
In an attempt to double-see the bizarre we saw
To test it against the age-old version of gravity
And ask the person standing next to us
Did we see what we just saw?
Memorialize. What. We. Just. Saw.
For posterity
Meanwhile, let the shadows call us crazy
Don’t ask them about truth
Nonsense
Evidence
Of brilliance
Clarity
Notwithstanding
The trauma
Pure heart
Pure, pure heart
Rocket fuel
Tireless
So
What justice
Sober
Intellect
Therefore, Truth
In three years too much
Of my ascending pain
Did I shortchange the machine
If I bared enough skin
As I suspect I did
Did I play fast and loose at the game
In the gamble of life
With the risk I embraced
Did I fail to take The One last chance
If the mountains would cry
They would echo my “No”
Did I fail to drink of unseen truths
This, more grand than truth
Though your lips never speak it
‘Tis part of the art
Why if we scream
Are we questioned
Our sanity
Our faithfulness
Our allegiance with true patriots
What of war cries
Of the war crimes
Our eyes opened
Our sleeves rolled-up
Our feet planted where lies cannot stand
When Good returns
To the Empire
Who’ll be kneeling
Who’ll be weeping
Who’ll be seeing that they have no clothes
I ache to feel my heart break
Again and over again
If you, sorrow cannot come
Of your volition
Fret none
I find what I pursue
‘Tis true
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