What judgments are these:
Thinking I am flawed because I pray on my knees.
Your faults are your own,
So let them be.
Don't make my path out to be your mistake.
Clearly you still think that I embody you.
One river doesn't stop its flow to correct another's path
As if meandering were an egregious task.
I don't need you to forgive me.
You're the one who thinks that you are somehow free
To choose one path over another.
Perchance you have taken your eyes off the goal:
Wishing to cast me in the image that is your own
And in so doing, depriving me of a happy home.

We are alike, you and I.
We're both cowards:
You fear living life,
And I fear living death.
Yet what we both want is to be happy.
One will starve himself
While another will become a lush.
I think we all take the easiest path to our goal.
Like water flowing down a hillside,
We all are slaves to the voices in our heads.
We are but organisms of the earth -
The author and perfecter of our faiths.
Why then do we feel the need to assert our path on others?
Perhaps we haven't realized that others are not us.

Take me to Elwood to be amongst my friends
Where people choose you based on the color of your skin
I'm not even black – more like a jaundice grey
But chosen for the kinks in my hair anyway

Take me to Elwood so I can get some rest
Unlike this all consuming world that only causes stress
Demanding that all produce even though there's nothing left
And you dare lock me up accusing me of theft

Take me to Elwood where they'll appreciate my craft
Not because they have to but because its all they have
The self sustaining need not rape the earth for her charm
as if you could appreciate beautify by causing her harm

Take me to Elwood so I can learn to play
Not relying on these pills to carry me away
I need not mask myself if I need not produce
They did not mask so much as they smothered like a noose

Take me to Elwood so that I can be free
Having escaped from everything that oppresses me
I'll be free from obligation and never look back
because I won't need to produce the things that you lack

Have I finally breached the confines my skull
Now existing in this white walled room?
My new found freedom provides me with more canvas to cover -
A chance to paint lush meadows and pastures of grazing grain.
To sully these walls would be blasphemy.
I'll have to be more careful of what I think
So as not to smear them with my psychic pollution
Which darkened the lining of my fragmented skull.
The soot has a slightly sweet smell like a resin,
But I must advise against getting to close.
It tends to breed desire or rather lack thereof,
And though sweet in smell it is highly communicative.
You could end up being a murky figure in a white world
Dying to break free from the dark prison that is your head.

Hey boy, I've been fine,
And yea, you've been on my mind.
I hope all is well with you.
You know that I love you too.
Of the times we shared together:
I have known no better.
Though there have been boys since
You remain my crowning prince.
I can't wait to see you again -
To feel you deep within my skin.
You are my fantasy!

Every waking moment it creeps closer to my door.
Only separated by a jaundice slab,
I live life as I adore.

In my pneumatic fantasy the walls are white like coal.
Dripping with my thoughts like canvas,
They bear testament to my goal.

Having completed my timeless page my tired eyes do wake.
Contemplating the reality outside,
I hope for a disastrous quake.

As if the quake were granted the slab begins to toll.
The repeating chime of insanity beckons,
And my head begins to roll.

In a sullen moment my decision flashes before my eyes.
Receding back to warm fantasy,
I clench my shivering thighs.

Back in winter wonderland I can hear no harm.
The walls do drip as snow flakes fall,
as I have silenced the alarm.

Your writing is as beautiful as your face
Striking features invite me to your place
Wishing me like to one more close
So that of our friendship I could boast
But if distance is measured in time
Though far in touch we are close in mind
So let us transverse time with a kiss
And let our tongues dance in poetic bliss

If you do it I will hate you forever!
I am afraid of a word.
I fear what is true.
What will they think of me if they know?
Don't do it here!
Now is not the time.
Lets go.
Please change your mind.

I do what is right because I am afraid.
I have God in my heart.

I think the way I do so that I will go to heaven.
I am a holy man.

I hate the sin.
I am righteous.

I do what I am told.
My place is in heaven.

I was betrayed
By the lesbian lover at my side
Once closest kin
But she has lost her pride
Our love child
She uses as an excuse
But even Steven
Knows it won't end her self abuse

For love reciprocated
Is the only known cure
But she first
Must overcome her intrepid fear
With freedom realized
She can then embrace
Her lover's pride
And make up the time with haste