Us vs. Them

I wonder why we are at odds
with the world?

Why is it so important
to know it all?

Pepsi or Coke
Black or Plaid
Briefs or boxers
Maybe or maybe not

Why is is so important
To lose that private part?

Everything you do
Everything you say
Everything

Its us versus them

And I want you to myself.
Some things are only ours
That smile, that look, that understanding
Some things are just ours

My Angel

You give me so much even when I have nothing to give
You are so special to me
How am I so worthy of you
My Angel

Every Day
You are what makes me to get up
Every day is a good day
With My Angel

Your smile brightens my heart
Your Eyes warm me with your love
Your arms envelope me with your soul
My Angel

I am in heaven
With My Angel

Struggle to Stand

On trembling legs
I struggle to stand
To show you I can be
Everything
Even when there is Nothing

With knocking knees
I struggle to step
To prove to everyone
That I can rebuild
Even when it is rubble at my feet

With hammering heart
I struggle to hope
That you will see
I am yours
Even if the world
pushes me away

You are My Joy

I awaken to love
A message sent from across the sea
Full of love

How do you do that?
with all that is going on?
You find that moment to make
Everything ok.

I have been struggling.
Without you
Maybe it's this city
Maybe it's the flu
Maybe it's that you are not here
With me

But one little message
One smile
And I feel whole again
You are the other half
Without you it is rough

How am I so lucky?
After it all?
After the goodbyes and the hurt
And this city?

I feel whole
When we are together
Home soon
and then together again.

Is It a Dream?

I woke up this morning in a cold sweat
In my old bed

Heart hammering
Skin cold
Tearful

Was it a dream?

Are my feelings matched?
I feel them from you.
They warm me.

But will it fade?
I am scared, being far from the warmth
That I will lose that
My body hurts
Wracked with fear
That it may end

Just a dream...
Then don't wake me
I want to linger in that dreamlike state
of Love and Acceptance
Not in any cruel cold light of day.

Don't wake me.

Costume Makes the Man

I am looking at pictures of you from Bel Ami
Someone emailed it to me
Naughty

What is it about period costumes that inspires?
It's pure costuming genius that taunts us
The clothes make the man.

hmmm.
I can agree to that.
Top hat and tails
A hint of suspenders.
Tailored pants that hug perfectly.

Costuming genius.
You are sure.
You are cocky.
You are refined.

I am wondering
What about the walking stick.
There is an entire post just there.

Costuming genius.