Friday, July 23, 2010

My butch

I love you Butch.
I love the way your steel outside melts away for me
Letting me be engulfed by velvet emotions
Though sometimes I get the notion
That there is a serious commotion
A storm of anger and rage
That creates your steel cage
And it becomes harder to engage
your love
I love you butch.
I love the way a leathery worn hand
Rough like grains of sand
Touches my hips like there is a plan
Or maybe to make me understand
your love.
I love you butch.
The way your eye
Sometimes subtle or shy
Asking about secrets that my
Heart can't deny
And you only ask why
I love you butch.
Sometimes there is a clash of personality
Were both so passionate we forget rationality
Anger introduces individuality
When we just need to remember sensuality
And our love
I love you butch.
Thank you holding me secure
From a world that can be so sever
Causing pain, angst, and fear
You still hold me ever near
With your love.
I love you butch.
I love you butch.







Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Homophobia

I will not accept your judgement of reality
Nor your acts of brutality
And especially your fucked up sense of morality
Because you contemplate duality
As a mere formality
Or maybe a legality
And the fact is this isn't a genetic abnormality
Just let me say you have no hospitality
Just lecturing me on your spirituality
And how right it is to be part of your sexuality
You think your words decrease my vitality
When in actuality
You fail to show me you have any rationality
This hate sometimes ends in fatality
Your thought process has no practicality
Frankly bud you are in the wrong municipality
And we won't vote you Miss Congeniality
Now please go pander to someone else about sexual morality
Because there is nothing wrong with Homosexuality







The Coffee Shop

I believe souls touch in a coffee shop
I am not talking about a Starbucks stop
Nor the run down place where dishes drop
I am talking about A whole in the wall
Where the young and the old congregate
Where lovers meet for a first date
Where poetry and art are free to debate
My kind of place
There is green paint on the walls
People frown at obnoxious cell phone calls
And here there are no stupid bar brawls
Just my time to write and chillax
I love this place





Monday, July 19, 2010

A Girl I once knew

A smile so bright
It gave off it's own light
And why put up a fight
She was irresistible
Wide eyes that were so blue
She saw things
That you thought no one knew
Short Sandy brown hair
Whipping around her face every which were
Not that she had a care
In the world
I remember that day
When that notion went a stray
Where there was no more play
We were only in fourth grade and we discovered what
Real Life was.
We pull up to her bus stop
Blinded by Red, blue and white lights of the cop
Her father seated on the front step
She was out of her depth
The Uniform lead her to the bus where she plopped down
Her story soon to be the talk of the town
She didn't dare look around
But we all knew
What she had been through
We all knew
The fat lip where blood trickled down her chin
The deep purple bruises on her eyes, hand, and shin
Her eyes dull from pain within.
Oh yes, we all knew.
Fast forward years later
We only saw that facade of the irresistible girl
But I had already seen that image unfurl
Long sleeves covered secrets from razors drug across porcelain skin
A pressure cooker releasing the pain from within
She saw shit we couldn't even begin
to imagine.
Fast forward again
She isn't so irresistible anymore
Beaten down to a lowly whore
Weight of Secrets too many she bore
I look at the girl I adore
Poppin' pills every night
Suckin' dicks to the morning light
This was her reality, her fight
Letting men reach inside
Beating and raping as she tried to hide
Those secrets would not subside
More drugs to not feel
More wounds that just wouldn't heal
No fuckin' clue on how to deal
This was my girl
What the hell happend to my girl?
Fast-forward again,
She is in a different place
Learning to heal, grow, and take space
Slender fingers with bitten nails covered in neon blue chipped nail polish
tap tap taping over keys
Conveying these stories to me
I wish I could have told her now what I see
Because that girl use to be
and is again me






You see

Until you
No one knew
Until you
No one could see though
This facade of perfect harmony
Of comfortable joy
You
You, you see the tear stains from last night
As the little salty droplets danced from my eyes to my lips
Some how you see
You see though that smile, the damage that has been done
No one needs to tell you
No one really knows anyway
But still
How do you see?