Hand me a pencil
And I'll write you a story
A sad, melancholic tale 
of an epic fail; a search for glory
I will tell you all about a boxer
Who could no longer feel his fists
It will be a love story of a man to himself 
And action sequences full of twists
This man could be anybody 
But he happened to be the son of God
It was obviously kept a sealed-tight secret 
Or else he'd be outed as a fraud
But this man is not the hero of my tale
Oh heavens, not at all
But rather the real star in my eyes
Is in actuality - this man's FALL.
Because to fall from grace one must let go
Let go of power, let go of any trace
And face the ungraceful emptiness
That every human being must face:
To live on earth is to be small
And longing to reach the tallest hill
But to be taken on a ride of curses
And the damnest of them all; 'free will'
I wish you gave me an eraser
So I could start anew, a fresh beginning
One that's hopeful and full of joy
One of a boxer who would be winning
And to this tale I say 'enough!
It hurts to write you, it's a sore!'
But a writer must tell the truth as it is 
No matter the battle, no matter the war
Art is there to persist and so are we
The small flawed humans beings that we are 
And now I wonder who's the hero of this tale 
Perhaps the writer is in fact the real star 
Because she swims with sharks 
And tells the tale
Regardless of the pain it carries
She goes to the belly of the whale
Maybe we can all learn from artists such as she
The ones who carry on despite the rain
And show us how to gracefully fall from grace
And that even in the fall, there is so much to gain. 

I am justice:
I flow everywhere, like water
I am sharp like metal
I hurt like fire.
Don't make me a trendsetter
With your signs and empty words
It means nothing
To the lawmakers who wrote me
To the one that fought
And are fighting
For some sanity 
In the crazy
For some balance
In the upside-down
I run societies and tear apart families
I see no sides to any box
I see no box
I am justice
I am a goal
AND
A destination
I am old 
AND
I am new
But a trendsetter - I am not. 
***

***
​If I close my eyes real tight
I see you there in beaming light
Waving to me from a hot air balloon
Up in the clouds, almost touching the moon
Your smile is contagious and full of joy
Way it was when you were a little boy
Before life has taken its ugly turn
Sharing an array of lessons you must learn
Your old hospital room still has your name on the door
The flowers have wilted, but that's what they were there for
To die with you in peace surrounded with bloom
And lead the way as you fearlessly walk to your tomb
And now I must close my eyes real tight
For another glimpse of you, a treasured sight.
And I happily do that, because I miss you so
And through life and death my love will grow
Until it opens wide and reaches up to the moon
And we'll travel through death in your hot air balloon.
***

***
Silence
Isn't for the feint of heart.
It's rather for 
The ones whose hearts beat louder than words.
Be silent
And maybe you'll hear their cry,
Their longing,
Their call
Because for the heart to open - it must break a little.
***

***
​So, you want to be an artist?
All us artists do is hug the cactus
Tickle the wound
Dip into lava
Do we get burned?
Yes. We sure do.
We flow in fire
In fire we flow.
***

If you told me 
That colors are
Only in my
Imagination -

I would tell you
That you are full of shit
And that shit is a deep dark brown
Like the color of 
Your eyes
And a log of wood
A Loaf of bread
Nutella
Chocolate
Grizzly Bears,
And the soil after the rain.

I would tell you that
My imagination is
Wide
Broad
Rich
All encompassing
It's like the color of 
Rainbows.

I would tell you 
To pay attention
To the colors of your
Dreams
And the colors of your
Wishes
And the color of 
LOVE. 

But you would shrug
And close your eyes
And walk away.
Because you can't
See any of it.
***

Vanity,
What are you, silly school girl?
The mirror is not wide enough
To see all of your pride.
Your ego splashes over.
What a funny aura you have!
Unaware of your silliness.
When will you wake up from your deep sleep, vanity?

Oh, vanity...
Silly little school girl,
Hanging on childhood dreams.
Eating an animal,
That breathes the same air as you,
And telling yourself it isn’t you.
The animal. 
​But oh, Vanity -
You ARE the animal.

Vanity.
We all do that.
The ignorance, the foolishness, the hubris.
Of mankind.
A kind of sickness,
Kept only to the worst of kinds.