(I)
Majestic; globalism's own pulsing heart...
I'm stuck inside a Ferris wheel
that is rising high above the ground...
Head bowed in despair
With an attitude of fear and shame...
Someone should tell
the red wattlebirds...
Its much of a want and less of a need
Thrice kissed my want nd my heart thus bleed...
I've been driving alongside waters,
along escorts of windmills, ever since...
I felt an unknown sound within my chest
I thought that maybe I just wasn't at my best...
Me
I am weird...
Does anyone know what its like to be me?
to be black, Puerto Rican, and Italian and...
Chasing shadows in the sun
when we are not on the run...
Under your bed, hides a memory...
a distant thought covered in dust...
Every night she lies awake.
Motionless...