FROM lost love and never loved
From schoolmates, dreams with the truest and the dullest
to those who were and those who might have been
to all the boys and girls all the present and all the past
from those who have it all to those who have nothing, so
they’ll have to make it

To all the righteous, without care of, for, to those with purpose
those who love, those who don’t from the moment we were born
to that time of dreams; a brother to that sister
the others, all of us.

I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream

Imagine what it would be like if we were one
To think that love is…
Yes it is
We have had enough of hate
Of violence and crime
Of tearing families apart
Of letting too many drop out of school
Of not getting a good education
Of not having hope
Of having a chance for success
Of caring, and giving, and Love

So that the words and the worlds
Would know that it is possible
That all we need is love
So that the demons and the monsters would see that it is
the path of light, and there is no need to fear.

All from lost love and the never-loved.

:: 06.22.2022 ::

HOPING is a giant hammer, terrifying, and insane
at tender times, while the heart hides away;
crying like laughter releases compressed
emotions — there is no wrong or right but a golden
trumpet, teeth shattering upon each note played___
the paunch of my feelings gilded wainscoting.
Wondering if Heaven has graveyards — the hope
of dying twice/once in hell upon Earth the other
one inch inside the pearled gates
of your thighs.

:: 06.20.2020 ::