Nuclear Love

I make war with my heart.

So, let me orphan your pride

With my cold-blooded kindness.

Behold, helplessly at my mercy,

As I lay waste to your ego,

Shelled to oblivion by soft kisses.

Forget not the scarlet stains

Of your vanity’s blood

On freshly fallen snow

Spilled by my hand’s reassurance.

I will bomb out  your rage

With a patient gaze

Until there is nothing left.

Arrogance will fall before

The firing squad of my silence.

Now, brace yourself

For the blaze I’ll make of your vengeance

Sparked with ruthless gratitude

And fanned with sincerity.

Tremble as your venom burns.

I will hijack your apathetic shrugs

And reduce your “I don’t give a damn’s”

To earnest “please stay’s”.

Surrender now;

Your bitterness will fold

To the siege of my devotion.

Abandon hope and resist not,

For I must bury your soul

In the fallout of my nuclear love.

Swan Song

The air around him grew toxic and cold; the enemy, bred from his people’s blood and collective ignorance, closed in from all directions. It had no presence, only a suffocating absence of all things that he loved. Standing there alone, with nowhere left to go and nothing left standing to fight for, he realized that he was the last. There were no more. He could feel the final oppressor, the sum of all humanity’s misdeeds, dancing over the surface of his skin, taunting him, begging for admission. He closed his eyes and relaxed his clenched fists. Finding his last breath, the sacred song began to well up inside of him. He brought his palms together, arms stretched out before him, with such force that lightning crackled between his palms and the very fabric of space began to fragment around him. He slowly pulled his hands to his chest in prayer. Humming a low, clear note, he remained there peacefully defiant. The enemy hissed and in that sound one could hear the crashes of numberless fallen trees, the timorous cries of billions of beasts ushered to slaughter, gun shots, bombs, screams, and most of all, the deafening ignorance of his fellow man. But for a brief few moments, the man’s voice won out. It was the Prima’s last dance, the swan’s song, the final masterpiece lain humbly on the altar of love, all in that single breath. As his lungs began to fail a smile crept onto his lips as, for one final time, the beauty and joy of being alive sang through the suffering he had beared witness to. His only regret was that he had been unable to bring more love into the hearts of his brothers and sisters, who lay lifeless around him, divided and conquered. Then, his breath was gone and in an instant the shadow snuffed him out. He was the last. There were no more.

My Heart


I want you to take my heart.

I give it freely

And without reservation.

Love it;

Honor it;

Explore it;

But do not lock it away.

Place it not behind fortified walls,

In iron boxes or vaults.

It is no secret to keep,

Not the kind of treasure

You need to stow away.

Take it with you, always.

Laugh with it,

Cry with it,

Dance together in the rain

And roll in the mud.

Go ahead, drop it!

Watch it bounce.

Cast it into the ocean!

It floats.

Toss it into the winds of any storm

And see it fly!

Allow it to render you

A child at play

Once more.

Once you have returned to this state

Give it away, in generosity;

And it will always return to you

Because my heart is your heart

And your heart is my heart.


The storm of suffering howls to eternity around us.

You have but two choices:

Allow yourself to be blown away,

Lost in the gale or…transform.


Become, like the trees.




Snake your roots into the earth.

Grow tall and strong.

Be  mighty.

Stretch your arms to the heavens

And dance

In the glory that is the raging wind.



My arms; they’ll lift you up.
My legs; they’ll carry you far.
My eyes; they see in the dark.
My skin; to cover your scars.


My tears; they’ll revive the earth.
My smile; to light up your day.
My touch; to keep your soul young.
My heart; the thing that won’t stray.


My voice; when you cannot speak.
My breath; if you’re on your last.
My ears; to hear that you’re safe.
My strength; so you hold steadfast .


My song; when the stars just wont sing.
My joy; when you need a friend.
My hope; when yours is all gone.
My love; it will never end.

Little Bird

I am the little bird.

“That kept so many warm”.

A simple song in flight

That weathers every storm.


Here when you were born,

I’ll stay after you die

To teach you how to laugh

Then show you how to cry.


Through the brightest part of day

And in the darkest night,

Loving every shadow,

Not just the rays of light.


Come with me now, let’s dance!

Don’t be shy, stand tall!

Be fierce, proud, and fearless!

I’ll catch you if you fall.


To the humming of my wings

And the beating of your heart,

I’ll be here forever;

It’s not too late to start.