I want us to be happy.. .. and by us I mean humanity..

"for what it's worth:
it's never too late or,
in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.
there's no time limit, stop whenever you want.
you can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.
we can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you make the best of it.
and I hope you see things that startle you,
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people with a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you're proud of.
If you find that you're not,
I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

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I can't help but feel the need for validation
for my faith in humanity.
It's shrinking at an incredible rate.
Look at who is beside you,
that is what matters.
not the stimulation of society &
naked women.


I expect class & respect to emerge.
And if not, books can keep me.

couple-a old poems

Jan 8, 07
The swift elbow movement routinely grazes the humidified mirror
as quickly as a hand and it's five digits can wave goodbye,
steam encompassing the room spreads itself swiftly across the void.
an ill fitting puzzle piece.
my structure appears normal,
My face bare of its usual mask.
This is the room I truly find myself.
I am the only one who's seen me completely stripped of all removable filth.
I'm entirely new to every embrace, touch, kiss, grasp.
Day to day, I awake & wash the residue of care, love,
& dead skin cells from my outer shell again.
Only to collect more sincere residue the next day
to be washed and pulled from my body.
I wish I could collect all the love my skin receives each day, and put it in a box.
For when I'm feeling lonely,
I can unlatch the hitch & open up to all the physical care I've been graced with.

Feb 4th 07
Double the number of people on earth
& you wouldn't come close to the number of snowflakes
falling beside me, on me, encompassing my entire field of vision.
This feels secure and familiar,
feels like someone is holding my hand.
There are caverns of my heart I have yet to discover.
This song, this road, the fact I am alone.
traveling, I feel like I can accomplish something.
something unquestionably strange is taking place
and i feel so safe.
I feel as if i am almost living this moment
through someone else's eyes.
I am seeing everything differently.
perhaps the flowers atop the television
are dispersing molecules of relief.
and they're finally coming to my senses.

...winter has me feeling cold. Inside & out.

I AM
CONTENT AND
HAPPY
WITH MY PLACE
IN LINE
&
WHEN I AM NOT
I WILL GET UP
AND RE ARRANGE TO
FIX THAT.
MY EYES,
WELL,
THEY STARE BACK.
AND MY HEART,
WELL,
IT SINGS SONGS OF
LAUGHTER,
LOVE
AND
YOUTH.

BE A CRIMINAL! BE A HERO!

Be a criminal! be a hero!

Everyone I've met in life has been for a strange and fascinating reason.

I feel lucky for it to work that way.

I'm lucky.

Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,
Crickets talkin' back &forth in rhyme,
Blue river runnin' slow &lazy,
I could stay with you forever,
and never realize the time.

Situations have ended sad,
Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can compare,
all those scenes to this affair,
yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.