spilled thoughts – Page 12

Ode to Orlando

(Photo: taken 6/13 at the LGBT Center’s Rally/Vigil for Orlando at Los Angeles City Hall)

In the wake of our worst fears, we vow to remain unmoved

Devastated by a hate that seeks to destroy us, we vow to continue to love

I am a plethora of contradictions,
wild, free yet well-kept,
flawless prose in simple diction,
wide awake and hardly slept.

True warriors never share their stories,
but bury me in my armor,
forever doused in gold and glory,
the misanthropic little charmer.

City asleep

Falls, triumphs melting into dreams

Luna sheds her everlasting light

Bathing us in glory, bathing us in the night

i. us
those nights, wine – spilling our souls.

ii. je suis?
this could all be a dream.

iii. astronaut
i want to swim in space.

iv. space
hold me closer, not too close.

v. hereditary
what if monster is a gene?

vi. where’s the camera?
tell me I did something sweet…

vii. clouds
all of your thoughts are raindrops.

viii. goals
the ocean never misses the sand.

ix. hideaway
where all our secrets lay safely.

x. dawning
genius is not born of air.

xi. fire escape
climb with me, the highest heights.

xii. guitar
no worries, i am always here.

xiii. las vegas
alive with you, until the morning.

xiv. train station
all beginnings start with a journey.

xv. home
never been happier in one place.

Think don’t spew,

Give the same repect you get,

Listen don’t skew,

How hard is that to follow?