will always seek to elevate you to a place we never been before
And if you ever stumble, I hope to be the hand to catch you before you fall
I will love you
And love you
Deeper than any man under God’s grace
Hold you closer than my tomorrow
And try to always kiss you like it’s the last goodbye
To look into your eyes in a way that you never have to wonder why
I love you
Billie Jean
Billie Jean was not my lover
She was just a girl that beat a boy
And showed the world that the other half of the sky
Was just as bright
That’s what happens when strong girls stand up to become great women
With indominable wills to fight
Same hands made to cradle
Can be a fist hard enough to beat back the wrong
And strong enough to hold back the night if he won’t hang her stars
Because angels can’t be heavenly through ceilings of glass
And stereotypes that last way past feminist ideals
Held victim to princess hopes and pink pony dreams
And then there was Billie Jean
That girl that was not my lover
But a mother and a sister
And always a daughter
A woman standing firm
Strong enough to beat a boy
And take the world past just trying
To a firm path to equality
Those Damn Eyes
hung low
a head turned in the direction of a heart spurned
forever thirsty for lost embraces
and kisses that taste like tomorrow
a brain stained with traces of hope’s demise
legs that couldn’t blame fate for a destiny turned away
arms without an excuse to hold on
and lips that stayed firm
but those damn eyes
just wouldn’t let go
they told the story in watery verses
still pleading silently to say
they would rather go blind
than to see him walk away
Mercy
All the tears cried
Can never dilute the blood spilled
With thoughts so resolute, they gave birth to deeds
Things lost in moments when blurred lines become stains
Bodies claimed by the outline of chalk and police tape
So many lost dates and loves
Just because the only way out was a desperate path
Across souls bent on revenge
Deaf from the drums of basic respect
A thing not earned but innate
With eyes wide open and late from paranoia
Too tired from running to see
Mercy alone was the answer
Paradise Lost
This is for that paradise lost
And how that wretched Satan accosts
Every generation of our souls
In quest to confound with that age-old riddle of original sin
Thus, it began where it always begins in our pandemonium
“The World was all before [us], where to choose
[our] place of rest, and Providence [our] guide
[We], hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow
Through Eden took our solitary way”
As did Adam, so did Eve
Step across the threshold of fiery swords sent to impede
Leaving but dust-laden footprints to mark the path
That free will chose
A memorial to innumerable curses
All but children of one fatal choice
Told forever in the greatest of all words
Burned eternal and forever reiterated
To satisfy this ignoble flesh
For that which I do I allow not
For what I would, that do I not
But what I hate, that do I
As it is written it is true
No man can serve two masters
Loyalty being such a fickle creature
Torn with eyes to the lamb
Hearts infected with bestial nature
Though reprehensible and immoral
Desires bear thoughts
Thoughts bear deeds and repercussions so deplorable
I chose
We chose
Because
