Heroine, and our hero...

Breaking the bad souls into half

We don't give a damn it's our time to laugh

Heavens await as the shore brings us gifts

She lions dressed in polka dots and Doc Martens

Daily milking makes them smarter

Trees in the forest, land masses rift

The time has come to lose your number

Jenny in a hammock, sleep and slumber

Cracks on the sidewalk can be an introduction into the greatest moments in time-
One can trip an entire year among those cracks-
Never considering the pressure a day can bring-
Now being in the place where addicts roam-
The cracks can sometimes feel like home-
Lost among us are the ones that never grow-
Yet dirty, and grime ridden, some cracks are worth more than gold-
If your paying attention you can see the cracks reaching-
Reaching-
For the things of the sun-

the brand new baby shoes loose on the wire
electrical hot passionate desire
many a nights i sleep with visions
visions haunting yet pure
i want her to be next to me in the morning
her beautiful wings can never be clipped
passion to the highest levels can not match any amount of learning
as the spider weaves it's web beware not to be caught alone
always something with the mind or body to confound the lonely
always reaching for her whispers and never learning
the time piece has broken and the dream is lost
with happiness and a little white ship
i sail to the peaceful shore
capital judgments and aches and pains
leave me hanging the noose as the chain
so i give in to wisdom and purity
the road is full of traffic and obstacles
this land is ours today
so come with me let's dance and play

The dream came into my life like a hot summer day-
the sand I had my feet in held me in place
beach volleyball and hot sexy skin
makes me feel like I ought to go for a swim

The dream came into my heart like a red hot silver dart-
the pistol cocked it's hammer
after the shot I started to stammer
so much for beauty and all that glamor

The dream came into my mind like a buried treasure-
golden birds gathered like birds of the feather
the giant blue hand held fast to the tether
sounds came crashing in and for this I never felt better

read this book they said-
read this book it's so wonderful-
read this book it will change your life-

That book I did read...

While I read the book late one dreary night
It had taken a hold of me with a serious bite
It held my hand in it's grip
Yet the pages I read did not rip
This book began to chew up toward my elbow
Sharp and quick like the deadly crossbow
Bending my arm causing bodily harm
I tried to toss it aside
Only thing was it ate faster up my pride
I could only think to myself...
They lied
Can it be this book that bites the hand that reads it will cause me to die?

It was the worst and the best of times
as once was said
crawling out of bed will no recollection in my head
about how I awoke with a start
from a fresh blackout and emptiness in my heart
naked I was when I awoke
yet the felling was not of a birth
more of a progression into my lost and bewildered soul
I have yet to be called old
so my adavantage in my game of addiction is 30:Love
back and forth
back and forth
wildly chasing the green little ball
a tennis match of epic proportions
It pains me to be in this match for I have begun the game without shoes
Yet now I see that what will protect me feet was never far from me

we cannot forget that we cannot remeber what came before
what will came after
we cannot go there together we will leave hereafter
where will we go
we can try to share what we know
will we be able to help each other
we reach for it everyday all bound by the longing
will there ever be a day
we can call it what we may
yet all that remains is what we cannot share
I am sure I will get there
as for you I cannot say
all I know is when I leave I won't be able to tell you what it is like

today this poem is for us-
together we will squeeze the riens and move along the path-
we will enjoy this day-
this is so because we stand together-
although we may be far apart-
we stand together when we dream of distant shores-
we can come together to the gates of infinity-
we can dance the dance of humanity-
one waltz at a time-
this poem is dedicated to all of us-
this is so because all of us have a stake in the positive outcome of our children-
so I ask you to hold out a hand instead of pointing a finger-
together we can dream-
we can go to the bus stop together-
and together await for our ride into the cosmos-
so once again let do this for us...as in together...

twisted bicycles and empty pop cans line the longest street in the world-
making my way ever closer to the frozen city I catch a glimpse of the relics of yesterday-
paper bags and frost covered couches-
chilled passengers seeking the brief warmth of the morning commute-
sunlight and frost dance together and create crisp partnerships forever more-
the bus driver has no trust in cats-
the great dane out with it's friend sparks memories of my past-
bitten in the face yet still loving dogs with such grace-
the frozen city awakes as the relics of last night claim their place-

one day after a rain storm a man awoke with a great hunger in his belly...
having not eaten the previous night due to the storm... this man knew he must hasten to the market in order to fend of starvation...as he walked along the river side the man spotted a worm laying along the river bank...this worm had begun to dry up and was squirming all about...the man feeling compassion for the worm picked it up and brought the worm to the river and dropped it in the water...once the man got back to the path by the river he saw another worm...he did the same to this worm as he had done to the first...every time the man returned to the path he came across yet another worm...this man kept up with his goodwill and continued to return the worms to the water...several hours passed and the man kept up with his task...soon after the man began to become faint...yet he continued to rescue the worms...as he returned to the road after dropping off the one thousandth worm the man fell on his face and died of starvation...his body lay in the way along the river all night...during the night the worms that he returned to the river began to wiggle their way back to the path...at sunrise another man was walking the same path of the compassionate man...to his surprise the man came upon a dead body...the man was completely shocked...this was caused by the site of one thousand worms carrying the man towards the river...the man knew he had witnessed something great...the man ran as fast as he could to the market...exclaiming to all the site he had seen...many people were interested in seeing this occurrence...they all followed the man to the river...the people were so excited that they began to run...when they reached the location the man had been explaining to them about...they could not see anything of the sort of tale they had heard...they looked around and only found a thousand squashed worms beneath their feet...thinking the man a lair some of the people picked the man up and tossed him in the river...

O'  end of quarrels in the sandy desert-
O' terror weep for thy innocent lion-
O' terror she has no cause, where can she go when rocks disappear into red rivers of lost artifacts, where she has no gun, only her bosom-
O' I see you are selfish-
O' I see you hate, and ask of you to stop your explosions, stop your suicide, and let us all enter her body-
O' the dreams are there, warm and legal-
O' we can all drink from your oil wells, but must stop your anger first-
O' I shall seek her otter, will she be far behind-
O' terror can you do this, my simple request, we shall enter her body together, like children we still are and always can be-

O' with the mink's wheel the pirate cranks out a sweet ballad of desperate tragedy-
O' when will her sun set in my valley of various rays-
O' mountain horse and stinky steed, where is your knight in the abandoned dew-
O' shrewd sheep let me have your wool, for me it is not, I pray for the baby stars of the hungry day-
O' dream let me awaken from your hold-
O' day so fair and wild I see not the climate of your youth, I see not the Shepard's cane-
O' night long and slender let me clean your dark with my forming brew-
O' let there be someway to see the roads that flash amber in her eyes, in her mouth snow forms rocky terrain and I cannot pass-