there was a time when my words meant something
before I went into hiding
damaged by good intentions
and the tensions just grew too large,
too cancerous
too mysterious for my literal mind to live within;
for too long
trying to stay warm
in this air that always seems to chill me

even when I find love
cold sadness consumed
was acceptance of the
timid times of ignoring genres of the hate filled days
consisting of pigmented judgements of differential selfishness

i have prayed to the gods,
the him and the her, the it and the is,
and have yet to discover one to represent
creation through pride and fear

but these are tentpoles we hold dear to our hearts;
progress cannot march on
until the ties that lock others out become
loosened and patient

we come from the same love
so get the stamina on the up and up;
Who the fuck knows,
so why choose words of hate?

af

(written on computer)