1. Born to Love the Thrill
Movingat the speedof light
I liftoff fromthe earth.
FlyinghighandfastI go,
and done sosince my birth.
The windwouldsenda draftto me
if I couldjustholdstill.
It ismy givenfortune here,
born to love the thrill.
I’mthe one whostrutsup to
the plate,the ball,the bat
to blasta hit to outerspace.
A run insecondsflat.
I am a human meteor
wholightsupeveryday.
Yet the thingI’mrushingtoward
iswhat I pushaway.
So,how to ownthe thrill Ilove.
To letmy own kite fly.
I gettangledupin knots
the heightthatis mysky.
CurlingintowardwhatI hear
withinme thismistake.
Plungingin full-throttledfear
I crash before Iwake.
Yet I hoverhighinspace,
churningupabove.
The thrill mywishful flyingmake
couldbe the ache for love.
How can one whocraves to soar,
wholivestolove the thrill
be caught up incontrivance of
the coolingdownof will.
Is thisjusta place I go
to turn myself fromone
who’djoinme inthe wildride.
Undresswithme for fun.
Fear of lettinganyone
close enoughtosee
that I have got thisfatal light
whichburnsinside of me.
Fear of lettinganyone

2. knowmy humanside
I getthe thought,
here I face
whatis my stormingpride.
It isby far much easier
to slide intohome plate
than letmylove relax inyou
whose heartmightbe my fate.