#2018anf

No difference, no traits, And no spandex. He looked like anyone, And he knew he wanted that. A chance to leave his stress, Turn a profit, Pay something. He had appointments, shifts, Dinners, papers, in-laws, In bed and in the shower Each day, every day. Commute, serve, return, rest. No more, no less. He looked like anyone. This was the way, right? Wearing, day by day; Screeching, droning, searing Monotony. Sun and Moon are chained together, Nothing is different. It can never rise higher. Doesn't worse. Doesn't get better. He looked like anyone, And it's killing him.

She had a baby. Whose face was the sky. She kept him weighed down For fear he would fly And forget to come down and So he'd be lost. She kept her son close At a heavyweight cost. Each day brought More tiresome things. Each weight she gave Added feathers to wings. Every beat of the chains Made his feathers grow strong. Before she could stop it, The winged boy was gone.

Let's be concise, All beginnings are messy. Aimless spots, Tottering phrases. Lines that Make no Sense. No one will see The blood you paint. The tears that line Every word, idea, every story of you. And they won't. But that is what you are. The design in the street, The whisper on the shelf. Find your color You. That is the unseen promise Upon every quiet easel, In every unmarked page.

Strangled Wrapped Constricted Seized Grasped Subdued By what you've done to me. I give Compromise Sacrifice Everything Nothing But silence From you. Haven't I earned better? Did I wrong you with my Boundless acts, Choking my desires To uphold yours? Now I suffocate, And you can't see. Not sure if you want to.

Ghost white sphere, you and I. My humble home Alone in the sky. Mail is a hassle, That's obvious. Do I even need it? What bill would I pay? Crater taxes? Basketball is the best. Every stride a slam dunk! Soccer is kinda good, At least for a kick or two. Football is an out, Since I'm the only one. How can a lunar settler Continue the fun? I write in the starry dots And watch the blue orb spin. The beauty of home far away Is medicine for pens. Like bottled letters, tiny packs Sail words to my beloved. They don't respond. I understand. NASA can't UPS. On deeper nights, the wolves cry In united song to my stoic abode. I catch myself responding in kind. I'm glad I live alone. Not true. I'm sorry. That's a lie. No tears fall this moonlit ride. The stress sinks into my face Dark as the seas Around the hollowbright crown. Poems light the stellar tide: Across the star-ways, hear my wish: I didn't want to leave the world, I wanted you to treasure mine.

What use is gold to a king? Aren't more rubies extravagant? What use is a crown on a crown For a king? In case he forgets His majesty? Or is the kingdom not enough? His lineage not enough? Is the command of near and foreign Loyalty not enough? Does the robe need robe-ing? There is splendor, yes, of course, But gold can't rise onto the chariot. As memory serves, the king is His deed. Or does he forget That monsters too have keeps?

Body lurched Like a lion in the shrubs. A pressing feeling That something's gonna happen. Standing on the X Of long-buried treasure Brings a likewise anticipation Drawing forth. Buck in the crosshairs or a Mice seen from a hawk's eye Delivers sureness, a present But not-defeating tension. Seconds before the starting pistol. A bull rider in front of closed gates. The single blinking line In a new document. The curtain separating actor From Act 1. The wait for the game time go Assures trial, but sweeter the victory.

Work stings Your tired eyes. No shortage And no compromise. You work in silence And no one sees Know your efforts Aren't less to me. All your gifts and blessings Are in the wings. Kisses from heaven I hope to breathe. When will I see you, My trusted friend. Let's bring those piece sets And craft again! Don't ignore the power in A childish dream. In plastics castles, Will you wait for me?