once there was a bee
flapping bee being bee
who sang in dance and pheromones
and located pollen for the hive
i stepped on that bee
(on accident)
and ended its life
sending a message home
and another bee came along
and smelled me
and stung me
and died too
and though i was never
an enemy to...
i consider it fleeting
that love
unto loving
which eats
away
it does not reach me
and love does not love onto loving myself
as love does not die nor vanish
but does diminish
as so do we all
for one day we will be nothing
(nothing except old bones)
I keep getting caught in cycles
which loop upon themselves
(as cycles are keen to do)
I fall in love every day
and my heart breaks just as quickly
(because I should not have)
I SCREAM THE LYRICS OF THE POEM THAT MY ANCESTORS WROTE
I SING THEIR HYMNS THEY TAUGHT ME DOWN TO THE NOTE
I FIND NO SOLACE SAVE FOR THE PAIN THAT WE SHARE
THAT YEARNING CALLING TO SCREAM UNTO THE AIR
I SCREAM
YOU SCREAM
WE ALL SCREAM
WE MUST SCREAM OR WE WILL ROT
i love you with all my heart
(but i truly cannot stand you
and i just wish you’d go away
(and let me love you how i remember you
(and not as you are
)))and i think i always will
kill
maim
destroy
burn
you must
you must
beyond recognition
and until
you do
they will know
and they will
do more
unto the
farmhands
who wish
you shall
eat mothballs until
you vomit upon the carpet
with your
insignificant ego
shriveled up
a little girl went butterfly catching in the meadows
she started in the woods, admiring the mighty trees
and jumping headfirst into piles of leaves
which she was disappointed to find no deeper than they seemed
she counted frogs
and chased down streams to springs
and marveled at the colors of...
there's a gorilla
a chimpanzee
and a bonobo
and when they put on their cardigan
they become human
the bonobo is a lover
of all things
she's gentle
and foolish
and unafraid
the chimpanzee is a climber
of great trees
he's fast
and clever
and deeply scared
the gorilla is a mountain
of the...
I’m not the kinda guy I look like
(I know what you see
(I see him in the mirror))
and I’m not the kinda guy you want
(I know what he is
(I don’t know want him either))
I dream in satin
while I sleep in nylon
in velvet moonlight
and the drugs taste like polyester
(which the wind pierces
as...