they say that white
is the hottest flame
and that some of the worst atrocities
were done in Jesus' name

that civilization
is a thin veneer
and love is just
a synonym for fear

but there are flames
every color of the rainbow
and white is also
the color of snow

the coldest cold can burn us too
so maybe instead of
just being "true"

we can fill the world with grace
look each other in the face
and light a multicolor flame
enjoy the ways
we aren't the same

should i, in my diverse humanity,
be mindful of being revered
or should i find my endearment
in soulful exploits?
should the malleability of my people
persuade me to cry out for scorn and taunt
cry out for spite and brunt?

i yield not to the quest for blood
nor to the oppression of the mortal mind
but only to the boldness of the troubled spirit
i, so articulate, dwell not in the tombs
of darkness and despair
nor in the realms of my imagination

black eyed Venus
your lascivious confessions
a voice of thorns
made the priest jerk off
and for seconds he felt close to his god

i burn for you on this
iron jawed fire escape
crying on your thighs
as if landing on a dream
like a canon
that could take out the moon

feel me fickled fingers
I am potters clay
prom queen
sex goddess
luminous dusty winds
of the miraculous

everything is about death
even being born
clouds like asphalt flowers
and ancient monks

Terrible times breed terrible men
or is it the other way around?
How can we in this time ken
the minds of those now in the ground?

"Ruthless" we might call a decision
made by those in desperate times
by those who'd seen with certain vision
the results of mass war crimes.

Can we ever know the minds of those
who sent young men out to die
by virtue of ribbons on clothes?
Were they haunted? Did they cry?

She.
In life come some moments
and
occurrences
unexplained
one was such a one
now explained

She.
my minds
inner image

She

She came for a moment
a fleeting one
just to give me energy
Divine

she was drunk by my eyes
and like wine dissolved
into the universe
in a momentous moment

what if
every morning
we watched the beaches
fill up again
with sand
the way snow
fills the fields?

the hills
blew up like lungs
the valleys
depressed like lungs

what if the trees
sang like birds
not just with the wind
but with the sun
the starlight,
in the cold
and in the storm?

the world is alive
but it is alive
also for the patient

who measure time
not just in seconds
but in years
and in millions of years

I look into your big brown eyes and hold your little hand
Gentle words of encouragement, your sadness I understand
Be brave my Baby, if you can
Not many sleeps, until your home again
They say, you’re too young to have a say
Yet old enough, to rip your world away
You cry for us, when your alone
Your sad voice, begging I want to come home

A man sits alone on the beach
A solitary tear washes down his cheek
The party rages and the lights strobe
But in his soul he is alone

Zachary J Eakin - 7 - 13 - 19

When one is bereft
lonely

one who is alone amongst many
lonely

one who craves the warmth of breasts
lonely

one who basks in the darkness of hope
lonely

for such ones I have a solution
one only

get someone
permanently in your home
remain no more
lonely

let in the one
you can say come
now you are not
lonely

but never rely on
Internet
only

the rest of your life
you will remain
everlastingly

LONELeeeeee

in the twilight of the night
before the day light comes
a black blob
a white light
a lion's head was formed...

a black blob appeared before my eyes
a white blob came from the dark side
and the face of a lion formed from the light
three times is what i saw...

tiny blue blobs
appeared at the bottom
in the corners
the image...