Tonight I will be naked
so you can witness me in all my glory.

No touch burns greater than that of your eyes.

I can feel my blood rush under my skin to a
burning glow where your eyes linger..

Time has no meaning when we are like this.

Tonight I will be naked..
So we can embrace in our Glory.

Have you ever felt like you
lost your way?
Like you bumped your head
and you lost a day-
or maybe three
or four, you know?
Completely lost
with no where to go

No one to turn to
not that you would
Hard to explain
not that you could
Everything's changed
while remaining the same
All the same players
but a whole different game

Turning somersaults on the stage
he pointed his trombone straight
at me.
Like a contortionist, he captured me
with his sultry moves
and alluring beats,
he twisted his head and
swayed his hips
pursed his lips, as if
sucking a lollipop
then he stopped
his frame a butterfly, then a bee.
looked again, he was a tree.

candle in the night
very cooling to the eyes
soothing to the soul

the flame does flicker
in cool breeze blowing
like a rhythmic dance

my heart strikes the chords
to this choreography
performing alive

How fitting that it's cloudy
This somber fateful day
The plane rolls down the tarmac
She keeps the tears at bay

She shouldn't really be here
But again, she had to be
One thousand miles traveled
She's here, but where is he

She rents herself a Mustang
Buys herself a map
Gathers her bag and baggage
Tosses on her Packers cap

To the farm, her destination
Down off highway 35
Cursing him within her soul
Cursing him for having died

Inside my head the tune does play
the melody so sweet
Like the rhythm of a summer rain
as it falls upon the trees
As I feel it flow throughout me
it gives me inner peace
But as I try to add the words
the pain brings me to my knees

It's not for lack of knowledge
nor are there too few thoughts
It's not for lack of love
battles won or battles fought
The words are all around me
drifting in and floating by
When I piece them all together
they come out a woeful cry

Too tired
To get inspired,
That's when it happens
That my poetry sucks atoms
From the atmosphere
From my feeling ionosphere
Electrons electing Trump
Every time he gets up
To the next podium
To pause for silentium.

If only earth was free
From being possessed by us,
Yes, all these humans.

If only this were true
Terra wouldn't suffer us
And our illusions.

If only sanity
Was more than a mere by word
To buy us all out.

If only honesty
Was the only thing still pure,
We're dillusioned with owning.

If only words were real
But they're also made up
Of symbolic lies.

If only symbols
Could make masters of our will,
Ourselves alone owned.

You are not boring, you are not weird, queer is word, discovered by the ones who fear us different birds. We are different… but not only are we not the same, we are all unique, our own selves that are loved in different ways. In this world, no one is the same, there are the groups, categorizing individuals, it’s a hierarchy of what's the most suitable. I don’t fit in that hierarchy, neither might you, but that’s what makes us unique, we're pretty mystique.

A liitle black boy
a frightened child
denied meetings with his parents
deprived of an attorney
for nearly three months
incarcerated fifty miles
away from his home and family
in constant danger of being lynched
if they tried to see their little lad.