queue the rain

a debt to repay 

your debt

to repay

the world looks to you

as if somehow you are the problem

you are who you are

and you are not what you are not

you were born of this skin

this gender

this attraction

to life

and the pursuit of happiness

but they say you do not deserve

anything

but the misery they create

for you

you go where you please because you have every right to

you do the same things others do

the same things everyone does

until they see you

and when they see you

you see them

the hand of confusion strangles the throat of silent acquiescence

the fist of retrograde thought pummels the face of beauty

the wall of harmony is shattered

the veil of innocence is torn

the blood of truth spills onto the street for all to see

and your vessel is left

shaken and alone

while the sheeple watch

afraid to do right

afraid to help

afraid to deliver retribution to the broken system

no vigilantes needed

a time for love

honor

and respect 

is needed

queue the rain

almost always

all things considered

i'm growing like a weed

all things considered

i rarely have a need

all things considered 

i take less of a shock

all things considered 

i know just what i'm not

yet 

i almost always over think

i almost always reach the brink

i almost always often sink

but then

all things considered 

i stand firm like a rock

all things considered

i somehow land on top

all things considered

i have what's meant to be

all things considered

 i am just right for me

rapt

the way you looked at me

needing

pleading

wanting

haunted

 i could do no more than desire

to take you from this place

i am capable

i am in a position

to do this

moonlight streaks across our conversations

as time slowly progresses

the feeling of summer washes over our existence 

and i

desire

you

the hallmark of intensity was when you kept up

kept the conversation going

kept yourself

here

with me

enclosed in a bubble that would shield us from those intent to do harm

those saddened by perfection

a bubble that blocked out the rest of the world

just us

in this moment

this chapter

collaborating on beauty

again and again and again and again

life brings these signs

again and again and again and again

i say i'll learn my lesson this time

but which lesson am i meant to learn

i've mastered that which i thought is was

but what it was

it wasn't

and what it wasn't

it was

so here i sit

rapt in your beauty

the soul i've been longing for

wait

stay 

but wait

and be patient with this

for there is a light that shines

within you

within me

we reach for each other

so that we can teach each other

and learn from each other

about each other

and the life

that both of us

desire

sing me a story

i will tell you a story

when you're older

of a time when things were simple

and when i tell you this story

when you're older

you may not remember how simple things really were

you see

it's the story you'll hear

when you're older

that you remember as a hidden and dark

cold and soiled time

the words of the story that i will tell you

when you're older

will be transposed 

by your recollections

a half step down

in a completely different clef 

and depending on when you're ready to hear the story i will tell you

when you're older

you may actually read the music in its appropriate form

the song may be able to continue without alterations

but 

for now

i shall continue to read as you continue to write

the chosen ones

dangerous ties of insecurity bind the world in terror

the desire to darken inner light

and destroy every last shred of self compassion

bellow in the acoustic halls of the mind

stop the voices

calm them down

shut them up

make them stop

take this poison and free yourself

you can't

you can't

you can't

as you stand

alone

naked in a field of humiliation

you will most likely do what is asked of you

and you will become

like

them

only the chosen ones are able to disrupt the signal

only the chosen ones can fight

only the chosen ones can wake those

still paralyzed by desperation

so know this

when a chosen one comes to you 

and wakes you

go with them

for you are now chosen

and you will fight

and you will choose another to wake

and continue the cycle

tea

surrounded by the splendor of the warmth of the morning sun

evoking passion

the wind passes by with not a care to be had

sober

not drunk off retribution

my mind plays no tricks

my eyes do not deceive

nirvana floats my soul

deep

passionate

sensual kisses are to be had

and in my current state of arousal

i welcome them

different notes from the same entity elevate the trance

breathing is steady

and deep

a cool relax overtakes any notions of skepticism

and the mind 

is 

empty

the rhythm of the ritual is conducted without reference

the spirit just knows

after so many lifetimes of practice

harmony is achieved

drink of mysticism and render yourself open to otherworldly possibilities

experience the other side of another side of yourself

subject to change

filling out the silence with screaming in my head

reminders to take out the trash are littered all over the yard

the beginnings i crave are simple to attain

just don't poison the well

i'm not a glutton for punishment because i know my place

i simply indulge in unwashed fantasies of the complications of others

nothing can be fixed because nothing is broken

it just doesn't suit anymore

for all practical purposes there was learning that was accomplished

and a somewhat strange song was heard

i lift myself up to the possibility that the deterrents were merely that

little persecutions and stereotypes with no business buzzing around my temples

focus

see the real desire

grandiose isms are tossed around in defense of purpose

but they are not that miraculous

a shroud of anxiety cloaks righteousness in invisibility

smothers it until the perversion is so unrecognizable from that of its original self

that we are attracted to the possibility

that maybe 

this time