Smitten, Crazy, and Odd

“How funny those humans are,” said the mouse to mad hatter,

“They throw around the word I love you, making it a lie fatter and fatter,

But then one day they meet the one they truly love and admire,

Yet they are afraid that the one they love will soon of them be tire.”

“Of this, you are very true,” said the hatter in response to the mouse,

“Yes, they have a funny way about them. Yet for all of their oddities and falls,

They have a aurau, a bubble, a giddy smiles, a way that makes you call.”

He said all of this as he stared at the young Alice, wondering what he could ever do to matter.

“Yes, love is a funny word indeed used by those mad humans,” said the wise mouse to the smitten hatter.

The Missing Link

I searched all the earth for my missing piece, only to feel like more of me was missing,

It has not mattered how many adventures or long, beautiful nights of kissing,

The desire for love, for adventure, for experience and ultimately Joy

Has never left me, has never abandoned me, like a persistent little boy.

However, I have come to see, long ago, that the journey is what I desire

Since the obtainment of the thing itself will not quench my fire.

All of this reveals to me, that I am collecting pieces all along,

Of the final battle, the Lost Love, the ultimate adventure; the eternal song,

Rebellion, acceptance, love, adventure, rest, joy all remain in the One,

We are all going on a path towards a specific destination,

I will seek to live and search out beauty in all of its nutrition.

To conclude, to make complete, to draw to an end,

A life of art, beauty, music, and literature is a pursuit of my friend.

Headstone

I have lived;

My body has died;

Yet I go on living.

Weep not for me, but rather remember me

With fondness of heart for I am not in pain.

On the contrary, after a life lived with an overtone of yearning,

It is now that I am truly alive.

Pep Talks and Self Awareness

Q: What is this punk and dangerous feeling in my chest?

A: The feeling that I must scream just to get it all out and breathe properly again.

Q: What is this feeling I’ve had for quite sometime, the feeling of not fitting in?

A: This is an aversion to sameness, a deep need to be different if only to point out the fact that I am different. I am not the same because I refuse to be.

Q: What is this desire to be true to my essence? My desire to be known, my desire to share, my desire to write?

A: This is the true heart of an artist. Do not back down. Do not be afraid. Enjoy! Take in every second of it. Sharing is the only way you will make a difference.

Dirty Rags

Laughing, talking, enjoying each other,

Not realizing I had found a new lover,

Offering smoothly to walk me home,

Agreeing, without realizing we were alone.

As we trudged down a path familiar,

I had a feeling very peculiar.

I realized I did not truly like your person,

My heart was not exactly bursting.

I did not like the you in front of me

But only the you I wished you could be.

As you casually gesture and ask to enter,

I am taken back for a moment, then centered.

I consent and we enter together

I have let the beast take my feather.

All of this is a heavy reminder the morning after

Of the boy who I truly loved and who could see

Yet that was long ago, a different time, a different me.

Long ago I lost the cleanliness of my rags.