Think of windows here,
As a part of you.. halves
And quarters division;
albeit in unequal measures.
Think of them .. as a
gateway to your soul.
The Spectacle seen
Peeping through, may
be your revelation clear.
Think of clouds at the top,
A head full of dreams.
Plethora no mortal could,
One lifetime, found wanting
A singular life is so unfair.
Think of green fields, lush
An ever fleeting illusion
A maritime expedition !
Gentle discord of youthful years.
Think of the collosal trees,
And how they have grown.
Over the years.. into you.
Unfathomable phenomenon.
Dizzying, if you try surmise.
Think of the divisions,
Conflicted contradictions.
They are necessary rebellions.
Barely mindful of all they divide.
Think of the picture whole,
A graceful dishelvmemt,
Puzzle pieces nonplussed.
Chaos in divisions unified.

Pause, now for a moment
And think the glass that
gives it all,  perspective.
Refracted wisdom oodling
to guide you the way !
Reflections making you
mindful; so you may not
forget.

Head full of clouds,
Feet glued to the ground.

Couldn't your reckoning
be any clear ?

An infinite sky exits within my teacup.
Rose, mint world..
in a porcelin bowl.
Blue backdrops the newly budding tree,
its green sprouts compliment the sun with
their shine.
I do not wish to drink this world away.

My tongue is dry.
My lips wrinkled from the thirst.
I kiss the bowl one time.
And swallow this world.

Darkness
a breeze so cold
Blue infects the sky
trees shudder at the sight
Yellow bleeds in
the bullet that killed the night

There's rules to perspectives
How they’re viewed through the mind
If its healing that you want
The only change will come with time

The sky is austere
No glinting embroidery
Guess she became all jaded
Wearing that pearl-beaded shawl
A sight he took for granted.

Does the line of comfortability change due to culture? Can you handle less because maybe you did not handle more? Are you over sensitizing because I overheard? Telling me to watch the words I learned at a young age because Susies mom taught her kids those terms?

Do you only laugh at the people you enjoy? Respect the same of your own? Can you respect me even if you don't agree, I don't want to come at you, I don't think Im right but I don't think Im wrong. Agree to disagree simple to say it .

You tell me.... "I AM" part of the queer community as if I don't love a good ***** in the face.
You tell me WHO you are and assume who I am not.
I don't want to take away your voice, I don't disagree, I just wanna say mine too and how I feel....

Fractured light gleams off the walls
Reflecting off the Rolex strewn casually across his immaculate desk
Its platinum plating smirking at the watchers
From under the diamond rock.

He wanders through the halls
Stares at the struggles of those below him
Through the translucent walls.

Reaches out a hand
But can never touch the world
Obscured by the diamond windows
That are his prison.

Tilted, rounded walls make caricatures
Of lives, of livelihoods, of people
Like funhouse mirrors in the playground
Of life.

He winds his way through the streets
Of those outside his cell.
Staring through the milky panels
That bar him from his subjects.

Though he can never touch, never truly see
It is he who holds the power
above the watchers below.