If you Will.

God,
Give me lean
Give me smooth
Give me sinew
Give me hands for music to move to
Give me great
Give me grand
Give me high notes
Give me low tones
Give me bone
Give me consistency
I don't need apathy
Give me a face to die for
And a dance I can't ignore.
Give me fantastic opinions
and a mind all his own
Give me modesty
Give me exaggerated
Give me rave
Give me love
Give me rain
Give me no weights
and dark dates.

Graceful gears.

Ready the works,
bend to the groove,
of the slow action machine.
It moves with grace,
It burns with power
Slowly churns deep inside,
taking half an hour.
Nothing can stop this beast,
once it's been turned on.
I've seen it slide
chinks working in rhythm.
Every part working in whole,
lock, crank, push.
Precisely on target,
it pivots on point
and directs it's apparatus,
files its next target.
It launches to it's next job.

Cover your mouth.

My legs stride across dimensions of energy,
entering a forbidden door in my mind.
Forget the sound you made
as guilt spread across your face.
Pour out your disgusting habits,
representing a father you could never be.
Tell me your faults, your antipathies,
your fears, angers, and reveries.
I curse all my willingness to overcome
what I thought I'd never be.
This is just a slip in my mind
a slip of my heart,
a slip down the cliff of all reason.
My personality falls apart.
Out comes the hate,
out comes the silently repetitive tracks of my head.
I tried for so long to shut them up,
lock them out
burn them down.
My hand wants to cup my mouth in a forceful grip,
perhaps to break the explosion of words.
I hadn't analyzed them all,
they came out of me like a horde of demons.
I had intended to break you,
make you come back to me.
Now I see,
you deserved to be beaten, broken
until you cannot even breathe.


But then, I am beaten, broken, angered, sad,
and the feeling breaks from my face to tangibility.
I want to throw myself away,
I had been so decently composed.