Begin a revolution...

and call it "Me." You know your soul is almost trapped and you must keep it free. Kneel before no one and call out no name but your own. Hurt nothing and no one, and hold me like foreign languages possess your mind and nothing is owned. Words are away; if there's anything to say, and your mind falls astray and your body hasn't a clue who I am. You're my favorite enemy and worst lover, Best human being and ex-undercover. Least ashamed is all I am and most afraid is all I'll ever be. I can see in this blind world but am blinded by all I see. Love is blind and love it may be. Love? No; love and so much more. And if I could ever speak another word, I'd never say anything I've ever heard. No, no you're nowhere near worth it, but a thousand times more. Do you see where you've led me to go? Do you understand the things you've exposed? Of all I've wished it would be you and now that it is, I've got no one to blame and everything to lose. All I want is everything and all I need is always. You're the world and universe, and all that's around, and if I could ask you for anything, "don't judge me; I'm corny and please stick around."

 

The flowers

are blooming underneath your shiny skull, but don't speak. I can see the color and the light inside your head, beautifully painted with shades of red. I know the story but it's still unfamiliar to me. You can see the train wreck from miles away, smoke and fire high in the sky with no doubt that there were no survivors. But it's okay, in a way. One day all the pieces will be used for something new just like your flowers. Until then, I'll be rummaging through the mess, scavenging what's left from all those hard collisions and crashes and hit and run accidents and it'll be okay. After all is gone and lost, who will stay? I'd like to say you wouldn't be one to walk away from a lost cause but I could be wrong, I've never asked the question, and even then it's only hypothetical. And theoretically, there's no reason for you to stop and play the game a little longer. It would only make the good-byes more somber and might not do any good at all. But risks are what make life worth playing and without any mystery there would be no point in saying all I've said. Love until the very end.

A passionless heart

is no heart at all. Where was I when my world came to fall? In my youth it was nothing to cry for but in these reminders of my emptiness I weep. Blankly I make my way through all of these lonely crowded places, no questions asked with no story to tell. All is meant well, but perhaps our good intentions destroy us in the very end. I've got nothing to offer except for myself and nothing to give but obedience. Where is father time taking me, I can't help but beg "Are we there yet?" Because even with no mind to the destination, I wait and pray for the journey to end.

Happiness of all of yours in mind, but where is mine? Passion for this self destructive willing slavery ruins and wastes all of my time. Every second passing, I think of some one else and every minute I hope to please, but I see so much of so many others, I never stop to think of me. A strong little she, so pathetic indeed, you'd think she might never find her way. But she's abrupt in her ways and before you notice, she's gone from infant speak to Hemingway. Please, "don't tread on me," I've got nothing to give you and no patience left in me. I'm sorry to disappoint but so glad to be free. No chains and no boundaries, always but now you can see. I've missed myself so, and all I want is me. And now the lights that have sparkled in my head are shining so bright for myself to feel.

Drink beer, be queer;

wipe a tear from every fear swallow all your whiskey shots and don't forget your meds but remember it's different. Don't die just try to make it by all the centuries in the worst dimensions of hell. Stay strong I'll pray for you to stay well, and I love you forever. Don't you ever forget.