Your breath smelt like infinity in love with empty bottles.
Your eyesight was with the angels.
You had a game of hop-scotch stuck in your speech,
Falling hard onto every other word, skipping a few here and there, and believing in getting better every time.
I could not tell you that you were drunk.
No, I could never do that to you.
I tasted the ocean between your lips—it was dark and I couldn’t see
but I tired to vacuums out any unhappy memories with my naivety.
They lay at the the spirit bottom
but we both know a vacuums can’t eliminate the pressure that holds your hope down.
All peace and war begins in the mind.
Every battle begins with a General Perception leading men who are made to love
into men trained to kill.
To those who say war is natural:
War is not natural, conflict is natural.
If war is human nature, then why do people suffer from PTSD?
MLK said, “the organizers of peace have to be as effective as the organizers of war.”
We need to begin to strategize.
First, with out smiles.
Aim directly at human target.
Target will be innocent civilian.
Hit them with your smile and watch their bad day die.
When Cupid saw the he sorrow borne,
From lovers separated
By death or quarrel or lust or scorn,
He took up his bow and arrow,
And let his instrument pierce
His heart to rid it of life,
Only to find on the other side of strife,
He was free again,
And fell in love with all of life.
I saw the pit of humanity
ripe inside a curve.
Her smile did not need language,
her soul spoke clear.
love fertile wandered into my eyes,
with warm hands reefed around warm belly she said:
“my baby is ready.”