#LoveWins

Everywhere I look I see

LOVE WINS

Truth is it hasn't yet.

All across the globe people

still fight the wars of their ancestors

praying

to God, or Allah (which means God)

for peace.

They tear the world apart

tear lives apart

in search of peace.

They obviously don't understand peace.

God states

THOU SHALT NOT MURDER

and yet we send

"our boys"

to murder for peace

in the name of God.

yet we celebrate

LOVE WINS

Love doesn't know

what is wrong

and what is war.

Love knows he will hug his children no more

Love knows her husband will never return from war

Love knows the child inside will know no father

Love knows the man who loves man loves equally

Love knows the woman born a boy loves equally

Love knows war in the name of peace is still war

Love knows hate in the name of love is still hate

Love knows evil in the name of God is still evil

Love knows black lives matter

Love knows no skin color

Love knows all life matters

Love knows God loves

For God is love

and man slaughters.

Lay down your arms

in the name of love

take your brother in yours

in the name of love

to build a wall of hearts

in the name of love

to halt the advancing wars

(the folly of man)

in the name of love

If no one fights

no one dies.

Which is a good start.

then 

When equal is equal

and all lives come home

and all hearts can love
and all minds can speak

and all hate has died

and no children cry

we can say

LOVE WINS

Want

Home was in their arms.

That's probably why it was so easy for him to hurt me.

That's probably why he was so scared.

Now home is in my head,

and I'm ready to go again.

It's no longer a matter of need

which is nice,

now it's a matter of want.

I don't need someone to complete me,

I want someone to compliment,

contradict, balance me.

I don't need anyone to hold me

or hold me up,

but I want someone who wants to.

I don't need anyone anymore

and that makes me want them more.

Marked

My body bears the marks

delicious bruises

my body reacted to

like a river reacts to lightning.

My mind is trying to rub them away

but my body likes them.

My mind bears the marks

shiny pink burns

left by heatless passion

on a night when I should have cared less.

My mind is offended by the memories

but my body likes them.

Untouched

Explore me,

touch me here

and there.

Feel me

and wake my sleeping senses.

Discover me,

(I will be new for you)

then

draw me a map

so I can see who I am

to you,

and through you.

Touch me, here

and there.

Explore me.

I am untouched.

Something about him,

there is always something about him.

Something I want to touch,
and taste, and touch.
Something that has me reaching,
attempting to           touch
                                       twist
                             wrestle
                                  and taste
it has me tripping
                    falling
                        tumbling
I want to explore it
                     get lost
                          love it
                               learn to hate it

There is always something about him
Something always that intrigues me
Something always that repels me
Something always that ensnares me
and refuses to let go until it takes
layers of thickening

skin

as it comes
and always goes.

So let me touch
             and touch back
let skin graze skin
         let's break skin
                let's break bones
                       let's break hopes
and touch.

I Dig Scars

I like being able to see the past,

the marks of adventures,

bad decisions,

pain,

carved into the skin.

I like when someone else looks

on the outside

how most wouldn't guess

most of us feel;

scar tissue gets in the way

of what our world considers normalcy.

But you stand out,

you make me curious

so tell me your stories,

let me see your scars.

I solved a mystery!

Why is the Father-Daughter bond so special? Well,
what do men value most? Women, and anything that strokes or props up their fragile egos.
What is a daughter? A woman a man creates with his manhood.
There can be nothing more valuable to a man than that.
Therefore I conclude according to this realization; If his daughter is not the most important thing in his life,
he is no man.