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"I'm not Jesus; But I can turn water to Kool-Aid!" -George Watsky

"Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren't there; it's that we ignore the ones who are..." -Andrea Gibson

"The emergency room psychiatrist looks up from his clipboard with eyes paid to care; and asks me if I see people who aren't really there; I say, I see people; How the hell am I supposed to know if they're really 'there' or not??" -Andrea Gibson

"The math's not on my side; ten stitches, and one lie; I swear I wasn't trying to die; I just wanted to see what my pulse looks like from the inside..." -Andrea Gibson

"Your secrets keep you safe, your lies keep you alive." -Ronnie Radke

"Rain, rain, go away; Come again another day; When I say it's okay to give a little Hell to pay" -Nevershoutnever

"I can give every tear she's crying a year, a name, and a face I'd forever erase from her mind if I could..." -Andrea Gibson

"She stopped believing in heaven; Distrust became her law; Fear- her bible; The only chance of survival? -Don't trust any of them..." -Andrea Gibson

"I remember the way love used to glow on my skin, until he made his way in; Now every touch feels like a sin; That could crucify Medusa" -Andrea Gibson

"Kali, Oshun, Mary; Bury me in a blue blanket so God doesn't know I'm a girl; Cut off my curls; I want peace when I'm dead..." -Andrea Gibson

"What gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them. Pick the brightest star you've ever wished on; I'll show you the light in you that made that wish come true." -Andrea Gibson

"And I can't help but wake every morning remembering the front page clipping of boy from Wyoming, who had his face stained red by the hands of two products who tied him and beat him and left him for dead; And when they found his body, through all the blood, the only clear space on his whole face you could see were the lines on his cheeks that his tears had washed clean; And that might be a crime that you would never do, but those killers and preachers and teachers and neighbors are like you, so don't fuck with me." -Andrea Gibson

"I was your sweet little girl when you were sweet to me; So don't expect me to listen to your version of right." -Andrea Gibson

"I often repeat myself; And the second time is a lie." -Andrea Gibson

"Last night, I prayed myself to sleep; Woke this morning to find god's obituary scrolled in tears on my sheets..." -Andrea Gibson

"Life Doesn't Rhyme: Sometimes 'love' is a vulgar words; Sometimes 'hate' calls itself 'peace' on the nightly news; I've hear saints preaching truths that would've burned me at the stake; I've heard poets tell lies that made me be believe in heaven..." -Andrea Gibson

"Have you ever seen a mother fall to her knees the day her son dies in a war she voted for?" -Andrea Gibson

"Can you imagine how many gay teenage lives were saved the day Matthew Shepard died? Could there have been anything louder than the noise inside his fathers head when he begged the jury, 'please don't take the lives of the men who turned my son's skull to powder'?" -Andrea Gibson

"Life is poetry, not math. The world is a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat; You tilt your head back; You breathe; When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain." -Andrea Gibson

"You teach your sons and daughters, there are sharks in the water; But the only way to survive is to breathe deep.. And dive." -Andrea Gibson

"You never know when Jesus is coming back, and you never know who God's gonna choose to be the next Virgin Mary; And could you imagine anything more scary than looking between your legs to see the little glowing head of baby Jesus; Holy shit, no thank you! ...What kind of bumper sticker would you get? Your kids an honor student? That's nice; My son walks on water and heals lepers fucker!" -Andrea Gibson

"God knows that the holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could..." -Andrea Gibson

"Maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communications will leave us like a love letter in a landfill..." -Andrea Gibson

"I love you from the day I collected every sharp knife in the house and threw them one by one on the roof; And told the sun, 'listen show off! From now on, you can only give me blades of grass; Things that are soft and growing; 'Cause there's this girl who says she wants to float on her back through my blood stream; And when she does, I want my rivers to reach the sea..." -Andrea Gibson

"I crash into things in the dark; Even when the lights are on. And I am wrong more often than I am writing; And even then, I am often wrong..." -Andrea Gibson

"When my friends are at the bar, rolling dollar bills into telescopes and claiming they can see heaven; I will come to you with my grandmother's bible; And I will press it to your chest, and bless it with your breath..." -Andrea Gibson

"Why is art the first class to be dropped by any public school? Why are music rooms empty in junior highs from New York City to Nashville, Tennessee? How can you burn CD after CD after CD while filling your truck with an infinite amount of gas; Like the war is worth funding, but music isn't?" -Andrea Gibson

"Dr. King did not right a speech called 'I Have a Dream', he wrote a POEM called 'I Have a Dream'." -Andrea Gibson

"...the eyes of apartheid's loaded guns, screaming for the right to write poems, to sing songs, in his mother's tongue..." -Andrea Gibson

"Point me in the direction of glory..." -Andrea Gibson

"..in the prison of her own body, had whole years where she could paint nothing but red; But she painted; Through the bars and the locked cells of her pores; The same way saxophones in New Orleans played music under water, knowing that some of those notes would rise up to the air; Carrying people and hope to shore..." -Andrea Gibson

"I don't believe in the godliness of steeples; But I believe in the stained glass, And every key on every organ that is desperate for light; Because we are desperate for life..." -Andrea Gibson

"Picaso said he would paint with his own wet tongue on the dusty floor of a jail cell if he had to." -Andrea Gibson

"We have to create; It is the only thing louder than destruction." -Andrea Gibson

"I do... But the fuckers say we can't; 'Cause your a girl and I'm a girl, or at least something close; So the most we can hope for is an UN-civil union in Vermont." -Andrea Gibson

"I want to know that 50 years from now, when you're in a hospital room getting ready to die; When visiting hours are for family only; I want to know they'll let me in, to say goodbye; Because I've spent 50 years memorizing the way the lines beneath your eyes form rivers when you cry;.. Because 50 years I've watched you grow with me; 50 years of you never letting go of me; Through nightmares and dreams and everything between..." -Andrea Gibson

"...and that's not to say that we didn't have bad days; Like the day at the supermarket, you said that check out clerk was so sweet; And I said, 'I'd like to eat that check out clerk!; And you said, 'Honey, that's not funny'; So I said, 'well maybe if you could take a fucking joke every now and again...'; So I slept on the couch that night..." -Andrea Gibson

"Living in towns that frowned at our hand-holding, folding their stares like hate notes into our pockets; We'd pretend they weren't there." -Andrea Gibson

"Fear is only a verb if you let it be; Don't you dare let go of my hand." -Andrea Gibson

"..the noose of hate loosening; Loosening from years of, 'people like you aren't welcome here', 'people like you cannot work here', 'people like you cannot adopt'" -Andrea Gibson

"I'm standing in an auditorium behind a mic, reading a poem to 400 Latino students who live with the breath of the INS crawling up their mothers' backbones; And I am frantically hiding my scars; 'Cause the last thing I want these kids to know is that I ever though my life was too hard..." -Andrea Gibson

"I've never seen a bomb drop; I've never felt hunger; I've also never seen lightning strike; But we've all heard thunder; And it doesn't take a genius to tell something's burning..." -Andrea Gibson

"Did you know that children in Palistan fly kites to prove they're still free? Can you imagine how that string must feel between their fingertips; As they kneel in the cinders of our missile heads? You can count the dead by the colors in the sky..." -Andrea Gibson

"Right now, our government is recording the test scores of black and Latino fourth graders; To see how many prison beds will be needed in the year 2018." -Andrea Gibson

"Right now there is a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear; He's got cheeks like torn sheet music; Every tear- a broken crescendo falling on def ears; And at his side is a girl with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for." -Andrea Gibson

"...until we find ourselves scarred and ashamed; walking into emergency rooms at 3 a.m. flooded with a pain we cannot name or explain; Bleeding from the outside, in; Our skin is not impervious." -Andrea Gibson

"Cultures built on greed and destruction do not pick and choose who they kill."

"Do we really think our need for Prozac has nothing to do with Baghdad, with New Orleans, with the thousands of US school kids bleeding budget cuts that will never heal; To fuel war tanks?" -Andrea Gibson

"Thank God for denial; Thank God we can afford the make up to pile upon the face of it all; Look at the pretty world; Look at all the smiling people; And the sky with a missile between her teeth; And a steeple through her heart; And not a single star left to hold her." -Andrea Gibson

"...and the voices of a thousand broken nations; Saying, Wake me, Wake me, When the 'American Dream' is over!" -Andrea Gibson

"Stereotypes begin with a grain of truth, cliches start with a boulder..." -George Watsky

"Future You is just Past You with new molecules; We shoot the old ones out follicles; And hair is dead cells; So our faults get shed well; Meaning that our parts that are hard to adore get mopped up on the barber's floor." -George Watsky

"You wanna know what I think? ... Well go fuck yourself! This is my poem! And I think the universe is great!" -George Watsky

"Ordinary is outstanding! So don't be impressed by mere miracles!" -George Watsky

"Last night I drunk text messaged God; I just wanted to tell him I'd been thinking about him. A lot. And to tell him that I'm stalking a church! I meant to say *starting* a church, but no one spells drunk texts right anyway..." -George Watsky

"I was out singing; Crawled into bed; The world is spinning; It's all in my head!" - George Watsky

"My church tongue kissed your mom last night... uh, I'm just kidding; She left five red fingerprints across my face." -George Watsky

"My church is the center of the planet; It has the most amazing stained glass windows; The glass is the floor of the ocean; The colors are when you look up and see blue, and a manatee; I love manatees..." -George Watsky

"My church has a love bladder and always has to go to the bathroom!" -George Watsky

"...Tom Cruise thinks my church sucks balls..." -George Watsky

"Don't fall asleep yet; Contrary to popular belief, that is not where dreams get accomplished!" -George Watsky

"A chicken in every pot; Leave no child behind; Hook, and sinker; This is a stick up crime!" -George Watsky

"Maybe our leaders got this way because it's all they've ever heard; Maybe Clinton started kickin' his Lewinski fibs; Because Nixon kicked him fiction first; And maybe tricky Dick whipped up that twisted shit; Because Woodrow Wilson flit his lids and flossed the flirt; And Lincoln tossed some slurs; And maybe Thomas Jefferson thought slavery was working; Because he studied how they rolled in Ancient Greece; And took their word." -George Watsky

"..and bellow to the gods, 'I DON'T GIVE A FUUUCCKKK!!!'; And by that, I mean I give so much of a fuck; That the fuck I give consumes me; Like a huge, man-eating, wildebeest of a fuck; Or a school of a thousand tiny piranha fucks." -George Watsky

"Everyone who's felt a breeze believes in what they cannot see." -George Watsky

Andrea Gibson
George Watsky