Prose:Madness Personified

The years have begun  to pass with seasons  watching winter slowly  squeezed out by the sun belt  inching north, to where  frosts no longer sing  the dreary melody whistled  in the Februrary chill.  And  death in all of it´s tricky forms  from; the pointless slaughter  wasting, agonizing away  in a broken system: The  over dramatic shakesperian like  fall from grace by those  with fat ears who see the world  short sighted; and do not understand  the remnant who will not except  table scraps like hungry, obedient dogs.     Priya,  the first kiss on the 9th of September  is as real as the last kiss on the 16th of December  as real as the next kiss I impatiently anticipate.  I am not mad nor never was, but this weight  on my heart becomes to much sometimes  to concentrate on the next foot in front of me  when the horizon looks so beautiful over our ocean.  I understand more than you think, though I lose myself in  the dribble rolling of my sleeve I am irrecoverably attached to,  chained to this mountain like Prometheus above the first circle  of Dante´s Inferno, for it is worth the fire burning inside you.     Your hand clenches mine tighter and tighter  not in front of me, not behind me, but next to me,  an extension of my right arm.  I lose myself in you as I  lose myself in the words of O´Hara, Ashbery, Koch and Shuyler,  words that call me to my mecca(New York).  I have always dreamed of you; on the playground  seeing cruel children choose sides until only one is left;  all the times I felt the salt sting open sores  like car exhaust on bloody knees; in the rotten desert  with a sword that hung over my hemet with piano wire when  I promised to loosen my finger from the trigger; you always    breathing on my shoulder.  You pulled me from    the cold lake effect wind and 4 years later my eyes laid upon you    for the first time in front of a castle I now consider ours.     My Words, poetry from a recess  neither google nor facebook can spoil  the prose I express only to you  because,  to hurt  to love  to care  to yell  to share  to fight  to understand  to have compassion  to have symapthy  to dare  to dream  to take the path left of two roads  diverged in a wood  is to win.