I WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR SOMETHING THAT MATTERS. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR SKINNY JEANS AND CONVERSE. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR LEATHER BAGS AND PILES OF BRACELETS. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR COFFEE AND CIGARETTES. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR THE NUMBER OF CONCERT TICKET STUBS HANGING ON MY WALL. HELL, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR ALL THOSE CONCERTS. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR BEING UNIQUE. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A COUNTERCULTURE. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN SYMPTOMS OR THOSE WHO IMITATE THEM.

I WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR SOEMTHING THAT MATTERS.
I WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR TRUTH: the kind that hurts and purifies.
I WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR BEAUTY: the kind that provokes tears and a longing for
something not of this world.
BUT MOSTLY,
I WANT TO TAKE A STAND FOR LOVE: the kind that is a blazing reality that cannot be
imitated, duplicated, or IGNORED.

disarming.
you watching.
imitating.
blatently.
reflecting.

but i never wanted to be the sun.
i only wanted to watch as you squinted
and raised your face to feel the effects
of the burn.

THIS FIRE IS MORE THAN JUST YELLOW FLAME.
and those that are blue have yet to show in your eyes.

they say you'll know a real lion when you see it.
well,
how loud do i have to roar?

masterminds spin webs faster than any human eye can comprehend,

glistening, delicate, webs sticky with the same fluid that makes them shine.

so fascinating...alluring...you want to dive right in, and you do,

not anticipating the way the strands catch and hold.

while you flounder, we stand breathless on the outside, admiring our...masterpiece.