"…all human life and endeavor is futile but art redeems us, if only briefly."
It begins with the inability
to tell her how you truly feel.
For your feelings are far greater
than your pathetic words.
disappear into the atmosphere.
You must figure out a way to keep them here,
She will speak only in water colors
and lower case letters.
And prefer blank pages
over lines on her paper.
She will have beer over liquor,
and coffee over wine.
So you will write her letters
and send her pictures
and shooting star showers.
She will marvel at hummingbirds,
and count the ants in the grass,
and name the clouds in the sky.
She will make you more you
than you’ve ever been before.
You will move to the city with her,
but she’ll dream of the country side.
Places where you can wish upon a star,
and actually see it shine.
She will bring home sticks still wet with mud,
leaves and branches full of bugs.
She will hang them on your walls,
and pile them in corners.
Vines will creep beneath the carpets,
and carpathian bellflowers will bloom in your bed.
She will awaken in tears some nights
and ask if you’re certain you love her.
She’ll say she understands she’s flawed,
and sorry she still gets scared of the dark,
Sometimes the scars,
are all she can see.
Is what you will say.
are not imperfections at all.
But tiny perfections
And he will say to us:
you who are in the image of the beast
and bear his mark…
come all the same, you as well.”
And the wise… will say, “Lord, why do you welcome them?”
and [the Lord] will say:
"If I welcome them, you wise men…
it is because not one of them has ever been judged worthy.”
And he will stretch out his arms,
and we will fall at his feet,
we will cry out sobbing,
and then we will understand the Gospel of Grace.”
everywhere i go
i see an opportunity to leave you
and i think it’d be so easy
so i stay.
i stay because i don’t quite know
the color of your eyes
and i like the way you cry
for plants that get no water
and letters that go unanswered.
i stay because i have seen the stars
for the first time through your eyes
the way you look at them
as if you know them each by name.
and vines could overtake us,
weeping willows could cry for us,
our friends could forget us,
and lions devour us,
but still i’d stay
because you are the greatest unknown
that i have ever known.
you are an animal
wild and unpredictable
vicious and uncontrollable.
you’d ravish me if i let you,
devour me whole if i asked you.
but you sit kind and sweet
thinking i don’t know
your nails dig deep
your teeth prepared to sink
into my heart,
into my bones.
"it doesn’t get better than this,"
their hands touched.
but it has to get better than this,
"i am happy," he lied.
what if god created other worlds, but ours was the only one that needed a savior?