i can write one million poems describing the sweet breath of breeze like peaches in summertime how they cool your brow and palette on a day that is sweltering, simultaneous
or how the speech of our forefathers can never suffice to explain the thoughts that explode inside my brain like atoms, splitting supernovas in space constellations ablaze neurons sounding and resounding across synapses like trapeze artists on tripwires
and I can write of the speech of animals foreign to the human sense of sound and how only they comprehend, truly, what they say to one another
and I can even write of God and the heavens the beauty of the skies at dawn and sunset colors yet undiscovered painted for us all, daily
i can write of it all a thousand words describing everything
yet not one word or poem can ever compare to the softness of your gaze like the canvas of the morning tide or your silent roar not unlike that of the mighty lion or precisely how your spirit connects to my very own
i can write of it all mere words i can write one million poems
you smiled and laughed said there's no possible way as you stared at me, staring at you, lovingly
and you liked that
and i smiled back knowing the truth yet to pass
my chest full my heart pounding trying not to
cry
i smiled because you needed me to be strong and i was a pillar like now spitting out bits of blood and bone meal marrow seeping from the tips of fingers that writes words beautiful like you
but you threw me away like some second hand thrift shop used shoes human being with a heart
and you are not the first you are one of many
and it has taken me a long time to accept this absurd existence i seem to keep choosing for myself for it is not your fault nor mine
but you threw me away
Dear God, there must be some greater good to the muttering thoughts that do not belong to me they tell the truth i push them away in denial that i am thrown away again
i kneel under this dank dark grey winter skyline hovering upon the Eastern shore palms raised lined, in supplication oh, these hands of mine writing words such as this to deaf ears to blind eyes to uncaring hearts to the bleeding mouths of those who suffer
but this is not the first time nor the last
for i rise like the sun and rise like constellations and rise like mountains echoing time after time that the sky is crying thunder again
i rise because i am love i rise because i am free i rise because i am different
you see you once saw like the others we are exactly the same yet different you see you do not see we are the same yet different because i
