Wednesday, November 30, 2011

When You're Dead.

When You're Dead.

When you are wanting to kill yourself.

When you are dead, arguing doesn’t matter.

People’s feelings don’t matter.

Money doesn’t matter.

Having a nice house doesn’t matter.

Don’t need a car.

Don’t have to worry about the next meal.

Or making ends meet.

Don’t have to make anyone happy.

Don’t need money.

Don’t have to keep a job or keep customers happy.

You don’t have to do anything at all…

But die.

Don’t have to worry about being in love or if they love you back.

Or if they will ever have or be tempted to have moments of infidelity.

Don’t have to do well in school or need a degree even.

Don’t have to listen to anyone yelling.

Just sleep.

Just peace.

Just die.

#paingoaway

Friday, June 24, 2011

.sexual.fluidity.


sexual fluidity

sexual orientation
is it innate or fixed?
flowing like a stream 
water overtaking
reflections 
deeper then the ocean
pain untamed
pleasures fulfilled
lustful intentions
burning desires
smooth fluid motions
him to her; her to her then him to him
lips gently brush..
hands on your chest.
make it rain
bring the pain
the reciprocal of viscosity
your body pressed against mine
flow beautiful on each other
your river runs over on mine
my thoughts jumble
just like sexual orientation.
be who you are
you are the Creator's creation. 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

a.haiku.for.james.

i see you for who you are.
beauty lies within.
your words make my heart melt deep.


xoxo