My Moments

ATB - Lyrics Love will Find You

I believe it’s all inside you

All the answers

Strip it down and see the light come

Through the crowd

I believe it takes a moment

Just to know it

Listen to the wind

Let go of the fear

Let go of everything

Let go of it’s realm

Love will find you

There you go you’re down again

dibeliever

Hoping for a way to get through 

desire

Everything in life is shown you

it’s so easy

Listen to the wind

Let go of the fear

Let go of everything

Let go of it’s realm

Love will find you

Just for NOW

Fooled again, I am left hanging upside down.

The salty taste of disappointment rolls down my cracked parched lips.

My legs are bound by tight ropes that tear the skin from my ankles.

My arms are left to dangle beside the edges of my reversed body.

My downward rushing blood numbs my hands and my head aches.

Fooled again, I am left hanging upside down.

Here is where you find me, gently swaying in this unseasonably cold wind.

All the questions unanswered. All the conversations misunderstood.

I am only left to grasp at the infinite possibilities of WHY.

Suspended in time I play the fool,

Tricked by your capital letters and Deceived by your good intentions. 

Should I fall to the ground and crawl through this dirt I would not find an answer. 

And so, I’ll Let it Be. 

Skin Deep

There is a sticker

on the dirty bathroom wall

at Verb Cafe.

I drink too much coffee.

And, so I am forced to use their foul odered and disgusting bathroom.

Inside,

the entire tiny space is covered in marker, posts, and pictures.

Countless strange and anonymous voices

blur into a loud and messy conversation.

I am tempted to speak,

but the sticker captures my full attention.

It’s a generic looking drawing

of a small robot.

Inside this robot’s square abdomin shouts the words

FUCK GENDER!

Gender :

“b. one class of such a set.”

“a. offten the classification correlates in part with sex…”

(Dictionary.com)

I take my thoughts with me to my table by the window.

Underneath the image

we are All the same.

Peel of of this thin layer of film,

and where is your gender.  

On Washington

I gave a homeless man a dollar this morning.

He rolls up and down Washington Avenue in his ‘Bema, Benz, or Bentley.’

His desperate eyes hide behind his black frames.

He wears a dirty white t-shirt and his shorts end with no legs to walk on.

I loose breath as he nears my car.

I lower my eyes and try hard to look away,

but the feeling to help in me is so deep.

Do I have to give to everyone! I don’t have today! I don’t want to today!

The light is red.

And I don’t need that two dollar coffee.

So I lower my window and let in the warmth of the March morning.

I greeted his smile with my own, and put a dollar in his cracked dry hands.

This is all I have today, I said.

That’s all I need, he replied.

The light turned green, 

and I watched him roll away. 

By: js