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Monday, March 24, 2014

A Million Reasons (Draft)

There exist about a million reasons
When taken as a whole they paint a picture so complete
It could make the Mona Lisa smile
And when they're taken apart . . .
Fractured, fractal patterns of organized chaos
All beautiful and terrifying
A kaleidoscopic melange
A yin with its yang
Shining a light in the dark that exists within the light
Drawing in as the proverbial moth to the flame
Seeming not to notice that
An angel cannot fly with burned wings
And a man cannot climb
Under the weight of a million reasons
All collected in perpetuity
A million reasons
With a million, million justifications
A million reasons
A million reasons
A million reasons
A million reasons
A million reasons
A million reasons
It is true what's been said before
Razors pain and rivers are damp
Acids stain and drugs cause cramp
Guns aren't lawful and nooses give
It still isn't enough, just to live
The truth hasn't set anyone free
There is no ascension to any mountaintop
Because among a million reasons
With a million million justifications
The literal one in a million speaks softly

There are no beautiful suicides

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Beautiful Boy

Beautiful boy
Sleeping so soundly
What dreams do you have
In your peaceful night's slumber?

Beautiful boy
So much awaits
In the many days to come
So much life yet to live

Beautiful boy
My heart aches for you
For wounds already dealt
For hardships yet to come

Beautiful boy
Sleeping so soundly
I promise my best
And I hope you'll understand

Beautiful Boy
I'm always here
Even when we're apart
I'll always be with you

Beautiful Boy
So innocent and free
I hope you know
You're loved beyond measure

Beautiful Boy
I hope you know

Beautiful boy
I hope you know

Life is But a Dream (Draft)

I can feel my heart thudding in my chest
I don't know if it's the drugs or the passion;
Either way it burns in my chest and pulses in my ears like bass at a rave
Sitting here now, with full intent to write it all down, get it all out,
Exploding in familiar loquacious ejaculation making the mind
As spent as the body
Sitting here now, the words won't come because the cum already came
So I write uncensored and unfettered
Far above your mortgage
and your car
and your bank
and your politics
and your chemicals
and your your war
and your death
Floating on a stream of consciousness

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
Life is but a dream