You once wrote to me 

" You're a street angel

lying on a bed of sand

The dark sun rays

like curtains

falling on your face

You're a lonely street angel

lost in a big ocean

shells dripping from your pockets

like riches, gold, or silver

but shells are better

these shells lay next to you at night

your just a street angel

waiting on the curb

listening to the many stories

of all the passerby's" 

Thank you for these words of beauty.

Street angel

She once told me


I was a lonely street angle

Lying in a bed of sand

She called me her angle

And I was on a cloud with honor

That she would pick me up from the ground and call me a divine

Beautiful creature like a pure lovely street angle

Rough around the edge

I was lying in a bed of sand

Sleeping, she watches as I slept

... And I thought- no, she is my sweet angle

Lying in a white puff of cloud

Peering down at all the passerby-

Humans as they say their silent prayers

Only we can hear

Dark sun rays shading them from hot sun

Cool warm breezes ticketing your hair

Leaves picked up and dancing

As we prance from cloud to cloud

Lonely and free

Winter nights


By Alicia proto



Recall that night

We devised that plan

That ended in tears

Pain lasting for years

And remember that dinner

We ate steak

And talked late

... About Jesus

And the saint

And you and she

Lay in bed together, merrily

And I alone

Under our old spot

Where you and I

Spent some time

All those months ago

Whose to know

But shall we jo-ke

About it all

We had a ball

While it lasted

Those fine cold winter nights

boy.

 like the way your mind works boy, 
all clever and coy like your this shiny little toy
for me to play with with great joy

you say there won't be any playing, but i know all to well boy
you are my playful lil toy, good for me like soy

i dig how you deny me 
your sweet tendered touch
by blood it does rush- to me face
as i blush
and the room goes into a hush

i like how we do a tango, and your my favorite mango,
id like to take a bight but its clear you are fright- tend
by my touch
so i'll try to stay a hushed
quiet with my cheeks as they blush.

i'm done.

Morrow

Someone once told me
It's ok not to be ok 

It's ok to say I was not happy
To be sent against my will
To be forced to take a pill 
I have go venture over this hill they diagnosed would one day kill 

Am I clinically unwell? 
Am I really under a spell? 
What is this hell, 
Can you tell? 

I am falling into the pits of the unknown 
It is damp and Gray and cold 
Deeper and deeper I go and no, 
I hAve no light to find comfort on my shadows 

Why am I like this? Is it me or this society? Shall I flee while I still have the possibility? 
Or stay and bleed till I'm drowning in tea-rs of my sorrow 

Perhaps I'll just ask again in the morrows 

Sold

                sold 
 My heart missed it's audience upon my chest to hear it pumping

My blood circulates around my body, I can pick up the thumping 

Each night before I lay my head to rest
I pray to god another day will come for her to test- my heart and how it beats for that girl so sweet 
Her eyes shine with divine grace it's almost matches my beat 

The heat that warms the tension between our souls 
I look directly at her and feel no cold 
I am sold 
Forever for us to grow old
I an sold

Universal

We all have a window
that looks out into nature
that seeks beyond the divine
out into another time-
entirely alone in the universe
which leads for us to act preverse
we are one, we are sublime
we are all together for the time- being until we face out
deaths
so until then I have but only one request: