Give Me Prose
Please don't give me pretty perfect words that
Rhyme and line-up with perfect timing and beat
On smooth white paper. Give me raw feeling, thoughts scrawled on coffee
Stained, crumpled paper at 2:27 am. Give me something deep enough to
Exhaust my heart as it beats with your words; as it beats alongside your soul.
To Love and to Leave
If I let my mind wander
If I sit here and ponder
What wonders will my mind create?
And if I let my thoughts fly
Until my head hits the sky
Can I reach that heavenly place?
Of passionate loving
And creation's becoming
Reach a world of my own design?
Where the hate that haunts me
And the troubles that taunt me
Can dissipate like mist in the wind?
Or must I stay here
Bathed in the fear
Of surviving in this bastardly world?
I guess I'll just pray
That if I must stay
I can learn to love God's broken earth.