If. and Then.

If Failure wore a wig
It would look just like you.
If rain could freeze in place,
And I could drag my face through
Those tiny little daggers
It would feel like your realizations.

If the sky tore apart,
And the hand of God came down through it
Its brilliance would be your glare.

And If I were someone else,
if we were, we would
be inseparable.

If a cross could bear me.
If a wish could feed me.
If a wedding band could constrain me
I would be a jeweled goblet at your lips.
I would shake a tree and bring down your glee.
I would and would not
Fix and Blend you.
I should or should not
mix and sell you?

Would your healing balm
deign to fix and mix me?
Would your blending tongue
embrace and hire me?

Let me stiffen my grin,
and work my flint
and enflame my passions
to match your inability.

Where is it that I am being too harsh?
Be it bog or marsh, in March or October
Or the new January, of dear saintly
Valentine's Day.
Oh, wait. That was your poetic hand
that split two hearts in half
into fours for the sake
of more, for Morse
as I did need his code.

Blab

Soo it's finally getting cooler...THANK YOU. No more walking into my car and turning on the A/C. I don't know what else to say...I don't usually have much to say cause I'm just ranting on about life and metaphysics that nobody understands haha...I'll be back later.

Fuck I missed it

Javi, Happy late birthday man. I hope you can forgive me. Love you...no homo...not really