Hollow

We're hollow, you and I,
We're many poles apart
We'd like to think we're alike
That we were meant to last.

Someday I know that you and I
Someday we all will die
Someday perhaps the hurt will cease
Someday somewhere we'll find our peace.

Sometimes I feel the pounding rise
The love, the hate, the bloody ties,
Somehow I understand our pain,
Someday somewhere we're whole again.

When all the flaming pillars fall,
Some moment free of Misery's thrall,
The glass will break and we will see
Someday somewhere we're free to be.

Profundity

I must find
The moments of madness
In my life of love
And laughter and sadness
To express myself
Better. 

Spaces

There is a right and there is a wrong
And there is a grey in between
It's there that I want to live
For who are we to say what is right
Or what is wrong?
Let the heart write it's own song.
There is an in and there is an out
There is a scream and there is a shout
Who are we to say which is which
Without a doubt?
Let the rhythm play it's own gong.

Don't.

Accuse me not of empathy
For I don't feel at all -
Not this warped reality
Not a shred of sanity
Not a sense of  gravity
All I feel is sympathy
Just for this profanity
For all your fluff and vanity
For mine and your toxicity
But I ain't got no empathy
Not for the dying man
The dying dog or the helping hand
Not that you'd understand
That I have no humanity.

The Pigeon

You lie there with a broken wing
Fighting to live, to breathe, to fly,
If you knew you'd never fly again
Would you rather live or die? 

What men want

This is a woman,
A journey of life;
To have, to keep,
To love or despise,
To leave, to try,
For no reason why.

If she made you strong
She made you cry.
If she gave you breath
Her feet, your sky.

She isn't a dance,
She is the fire.
She isn't a song,
She is desire.

She may be your hope,
Your every wish,
Your need to rule,
To be dismissed.

Judge her not
For what she wants,
Her needs, her fonts,
For what she won't.

But what she will
Is love you well
Her body yours
Her soul as well.

How to ...

Love is but
A cancer of heart
A cancer of soul
Of mind and whole.

Love is not
A melding of minds
But melding of bones
Of wishes and stones.

Love believes
In leaving behind
Your whispers, your no's
Your dreams, your goals.

Love demands
The peace of your mind
The skin off your sole
The cells at your core.

Love will try
To take you so high
And let you go
Just let you go.