Lucky, Lust Found Love

Lust is luckier than love is my unpopular opinion

Is easier to come by than love

Easy to disguise that even a sinner

Who’s never sinned -

Might be a next door neighbor

Or a reflection

You’d never thought you’d see

You become unrecognizable at best

You want to be loved by

Yourself but you cannot see

Deep within; so lust seems more

Attainable

It’s because there is a sense

Of sensory affection that tingles

Down your spine

Shivers every piece of fiber

In you whole damn body

Anything can be an addiction

It’s concrete when you long for it

You want it and you need it

In that case, lust is luckier than love

A sinner’s greatest fear

Is caving into the need

Instead of it being a want

& then before you know

It’s the new normalcy

Patterns never end addiction never dies

Love is rare, rarest

You know sometimes I think

Love is always lusts’ friend

Other half that will always

Stay behind no matter how many times

Need-

Creeps back into your broken mind

But I Can Talk

I can talk

I can breathe

I can use my eyes to see

I know my voice has not always been loud

Been too worried about how it sounds

&I'm not black as they and it's true

I am here and not going anywhere

There's too much injustice in the air

I can talk and I can breathe

Now my voice will stay

& will not leave

Northern Lights

Sometimes life feels isolating

And I can feel frozen in time

So decide to build an igloo

In my arctic mind

It can feel endless and as quiet

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

But sometimes it is nice peek out

& see the northern lights

Suddenly forgetting about all the self-doubt

Even if winters can seem extra

Long when seasons are supposed to change

But I stay inside my thoughts

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

Where's the clock?

There is still nature to gawk at

When things seem like they will not end

It's a sign from somewhere or someone

Just trying to pass along and send

Don't freeze to death I say to myself

Get smart don't get stuck on that

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

Sit over there by the rock

See? There's a fire ready and made.

And above there's still much more

To experience in the sky

Those northern lights

Can always stay inside

Even when things get tough

& Hope is hard to find