"Let's take our country back,"

"Bar all Muslims,"

"Put prayer in schools,"

"Protect our guns"...

Why not rather be wronged?

You worship a Crucified Man.

Why not rather be grieved?

You follow the Man of Sorrows.

You wear your indignation 

like a Pharisee's phylactery.

You protest to your shame,

you who've forsaken love.

Sown among thorns,

you neglect That which is weightiest

to consume and read your rights

while the helpless lay underfoot.

Take heed -

The cries of the oppressed

are not far from the Almighty.

Moans of hunger - 

groans of blood -

have reached our Father's ears - 

while you've sat in your self-interest

and counted your own tears.

Love and Lust;

I much prefer the latter

as the only pain

brings with it

dark and beautiful

Pleasure.

we lay tangled under warm white sheets

my face buried deep in the crook of her neck

her crimson lips titled into a slight simper

as she pinned me down with her legs

wet kisses traced my shuddering body

my limp frame at her command as always

alarmed by the clangorous booming of the clock

she hurried frantically around the small space

my eyes shut tight for the millionth time

i felt familiar rush of heat from behind my lids

she cleaned each remainder of the night away

only came close to whisper apologies against my lips

                                                                                      another

                                                                                                   chance

                                                                                                               day

When I first laid eyes on you,

I knew that I'd fall for you.

But I didn't know just how

Quickly

Or just how

Hard.

Because when those blue eyes met mine

There was no warning sign.

A hole with no bottom,

Black as a void.

All alone with no light

And all your hopes destroyed. 

A compressing warp of reality 

That robs you of life.

It leaves your heart broken 

As if you've been gutted with a knife.

All you want to do is give in

To leave the fight for another.

It takes all your strength to make a stand

Yet you continue to be smothered. 

For now I've gotten away from its hold

But it's easy to fall back under the spell.

I pray for those who still have to fight,

But at least I have crawled my way out of hell. 

Our love spawned

An aborted fetus 

Writhing with

Its tadpole tail

And wings burnt

Bones beneath flesh

And iridescent

Skin pink with rawness

A fallen angel

With fish eyes blind

And a brain stem detached

Lacking the roots

Her mouth opened

With gestational instinct

Failed and malnourished to --

Our murderous escape 

A broken product

Of our love in utero

And in the midst of

Our unraveling souls 

And our bright aura

Going black.

And it was Muted

With the disappointment 

Because we should have --

Found a formula

To sustain the pain

Unrelenting at best

And Us ...

Thriving forward --

We gave up.

And we are now

Fragmented

With pieces of

Our tissue flailing

In the name of

Love:

We are abandoned 

And we are dead.