The Man In the Mirror

Fifth grade and I am elven years old
A shrewd political genius of my time
You seep through my speakers
I am mesmerized
Dancing on the carpet, pavement and the asphalt belts
You are a thriller and I am only a witness

I long to look into your eyes
And hold your lungs in my hand feeling the beats you create as you breathe
Inhale, exhale, you are alive!

You bridge the gap in my heart between what's fact and what is fiction
Race no longer exists and sex is everything
There is blood on the dance floor tonight
And my apologies that my people will forget
Just know that I am thriving on the words you sing
Because they don't really care about us
And you are the notes comprising my everything

Headaches and Dizzy Woods

You are a ravenous creature
Silently thirsting after my demise
Can't you fucking see how you strip the color from my eyes?

The tread marks on my back tell stories about the time you forgot me
You make my veins tighten around my bones so that you won't come close
You chipped them away with the months

I'm done

I've undressed my wounds for the world to feast upon on the way I do
I'm contented by the blisters on my feet and the dirt on my hands
Humbled, stifled be what you may
Order's up and I can take you any way

The sweat leaks from my pores until it's turned crystal
reminding me that you are gone time and time again

So stop hiding in the thickets, Bambi
Go back home

You swallow the green and spit out my blue
I am home

Scarlet Sodium

I am bruised and broken

I am scars and tissue

There is an ocean outside of my window

That begs for you to saturate yourself

Plunge so that you might remind me what I’m worth

My wrists are so fragile and weak

My wrists make people think

Red fluid keeps me alive and sings me to sleep at night

I’ve seen him once before

And I am in love

I breathe in the salt and exhale the blood

There is an ocean outside of my window

That begs and begs for you to saturate yourself

Fire In -- Fire Out: Benedict Arnold Knew That

For the past seven months
I've been building my wings
Fine tuning and dusting off the gears
Polishing the gold exterior you no longer deserve
The ash from your cigarette has fallen atop them
Coating my lungs with a pitch black smoke
You stopped lusting for my wings

Your lust and my now filthy wings

I'll walk around and cling to the God who brought me out of Egypt
In exile
Waiting for an exodus
While he builds my Sinai through the hands of its' destroyer
Knowing I've only poured my being on top of a wall
Feeling the abrasive wounds
Friction can create
Allowing mankind to see each shard of my heart
And count the drops of poison it now dons

My Sinai has been destroyed
And my wings aren't built to take me anywhere else

But I'll cling to the God
Who sees through your capitalism
Impatient lust and selfish greed
Sinai is my home

Fire in fire out
Prudence is my prayer for you poor child

Scooters

You are here to distill all of the fire that I allow to harvest inside of my veins
that burns up all the love I've ever known
The sea can only break in so many rhythmic swells, my dear

There is a beauty inside my bones
Coating every action, kiss and word I've ever known
And I'm begging you to taste the movement I create

There's a King inside of my ribcage I'm dying for you to meet
He'll teach you a thing or two about the color of my eyes
But the sea can only break in so many rhythmic swells, my dear