Good Times

Listening to your music
Watching you move back and forth
Up and down
As you manipulate the songs
Working one into the next
"Good Times" echo throughout the house.
"House Music!"
Remember that old house?
"Dont you like it?"
The floor reverberates that funky vibe.
That, "Funk a funk funk!"
Sipping a complicated red
Watching, listening to you complicate classics
Ooooh eeee! What, what?!
Stevie Wonder!
Fist bump!
Now yo' talkin'!
Ooh Michael
Baby be mine
Never let this end
I promise you
The dawn will be different.

Old Draft: "Fuck It"

Today was a pretty uneventful day, other than I attempted to choke back tears and missing a few that spilled over onto my face this morning. This evening on my commute back home it was the same thing, only this time I didn't bother choking anything back.  My life is a mess and coming apart in every direction. I wish I could make it better. I just want to love and give love so easily as I know I can, but its hard when at the same time you feel as if you are fighting for your own rights because no one else will. Sometimes you have to just say, "Fuck it." This is one of those times. I would probably be in a much happier place if I could just say, "Fuck it" and not let a single thing bother me.  Damnit, why can't I do that!?

Untouchable

Your wealth is not your own.
My riches abound so that I cannot contain.
You are blessed by my abundance and
Tell all of your great blessings.
How much more greatly blessed am I,
The source of your provisions?
My treasure grows exponentially day by day and
My coffer overflows.
You and others reap the benefits.
I am proud to share my wealth,
but my true treasure is kept hidden.
It is a life force that cannot be obtained or peculated.
It is like a river that rages, not with anger but determination.
It is the true river of life;
Not many know.
It is love,
And I drink from it daily.