Poetry

My heart beats
My heart beats offensive,
too rude and uncouth.
My mind waxes pensive,
in search for the truth.
My eyes glisten frigid
reflecting divine.
My fingers walk timid
the length of your spine.
My lungs fill slow.

My heart beats reverent.

Difficult
No way I’ll pretend that it’s hard to be me -
It honestly comes to me quite naturally.
But we all know how life can be fickle and strange:
A sudden you’ve changed ‘fore you knew the change changed.

No way I’m complaining, not one little bit
I won’t rant and rave and I won’t throw a fit.
I just fear that my “whole” will be broke by delusion,
That my cherished world-view: thrown into confusion.

No way I’ll tell anyone – I know the score;
Every house has its secrets, every chamber, a door.
But it’s hard to think straight when my heart is arrested
Reasoning? Impossible! Long prior it has festered!

No way I can talk, no way I can talk
No way I can talk, no way I can talk
A thousand times over I’ll listen for sure,
Or six hundred million – I’m totally yours.

No way I can breathe, I’ve seen this in dreams
I know what could happen, I know what it means
If music is love, I can’t sing a note
My soul longs to try, but it sticks in my throat.

No way I’m not happy, not one thing I’d change
But I said that before my life got re-arranged
Can’t change where I’ve been, can’t see where I’m going
Is there some kind of beauty hidden deep in not knowing?