In a departure from my common thought
I discovered that I'm not
And never will be
At all like
You.
I
Cannot
Learn enough
In my short life
To encompass the world
That is involved within your mind.

My life is becoming a cold weather smile
Winter time grass yellowed by the cold
Alive but dead
Above and beneath the ground
Seen only on the surface as dead
Or dying
But I am yet alive
And unwilling to be buried by general feeling
Or opinion.

My protection is my separation
My independence, though riddled
With outside necessities,
Will be my salvation.
Smile at tommorrow's dictator
Over himself and his emotions.
You won't envy him
Yet he possesses himself as you wish you could.

...the dawn bore flowers
To signify the love that should always be.
Everyone was there but me.
The sun light splashed
On everything the earth could be offering up.
Everything seen was to see...

I've given you all that you've asked for.
But you haven't asked for enough.
"I can't"
You can but you won't
If you did,
A part of me would die
Gladly for you.

Love is either dying, or dying, love.
It's a part of my soul to say so
And believe it.

hatred has spread through my body
like a disease
filling me with unchristian attitudes
and desires for the death
of every single bigot
in whom hatred has spread through
like a disease...

paleness is my gift to the world today.
I've no one to be for no one.
I've nothing to achive for anyone's master
anymore.
for this and nothing else I'll close my mind
to you all
and you can close yours to me.

X

I began
as a child among children
spilling my mind to the world.
I loved so I dealt with my love
as a ploy
to become someone
I will never be.
Through my words, I let my heart climb
through the sky.
I learned to know no one
and to hope for my world to know me.
my verses were for laughter;
it pleased me to laugh.
Then once I cried
and I no longer desire to laugh
or to cause my world to smile at me.

I am the product of my world
so I must forever be a part of it.
This alone is reason enough for tears
both yours and mine.

outside this window
large yellow stalks
wave their dead leaves at the sky in the wind
branches bent to the ground
apparently prevented from scraping the clouds.
leaves of the dead members
are scattered across the ground
covering living grass
hiding it from the sun,
depriving it of life.

Dear America

no, m'lord, m'lady
I won't let you murder my soul.
I will forever be what I am to be
and I'll not be a part of your death
but I'll not fight your wars for you.
There are many others that want to,
this is their calling.
for you m'lord, m'lady, I'll give my life
but not my death.

I can only die once
for this I am thankful.
I would that I could
only cry once.

You

sand and shells crush beneath you
when you lie on the beach.
the earth molds itself to your form.
waves splash around you
when you walk in the sea
and occupy only the space
you afford it.
but people strive
to breath your air
and displace you.
no one has a place for you
and I have no place for anyone.