If we don't walk alone
And we get to give and feel love
Does it makes it all worthwhile
We plan ahead and have some input
Thinking we're in control
We think we're enlightened
That it's all okay
And try to wear a smile
Our dreams don't die
The people around us do
And we just wait like the other shoe
We hit the ground running
And it's a funny thing
The only time we pause
Is when something
Wakes us up
And let's us know
That we give a ****
This thing we do
This being Human
The big denial
The fudged balance sheet
The final breakdown
None to discreet
We can only begin the best we can
We can only end with our head up
Having been a small help perhaps
To our brothers and sisters
As we draw one last sip
From the loving cup.

I lie
in fields of bamboo
shooting up around me.
My steel is tempered,
so hot for you,
it rises majestically.
My heart sizzles
with the heat
of dragon fire.
You inspire
my every move.
And under a crescent moon,
Heaven sent you to me
to croon over,
to spill my warm milk.

Standing at the bar, and BAM one, two, three!
How many more drinks will you buy for me?

You say I'm smart, and so unbearably cute
And that's a solid argument I can't refute
So I smile and turn pink as you flatter me
But maybe I'm just pink from all the whiskey

Lurking about, slamming down shots
Losing my mind and stirring in thoughts
Fuzzy and dizzy. Stumbling, stained blouse
Now somehow I've ended up in your house

Numb, and half asleep, I see your ceiling spin
As you pound me fiercely, and quickly shove it in
I'm not sure who you are now, but I'll sleep here
I don't wanna wake up dead, I hope that's clear

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Dear stranger,
I am in love with your beautiful words
.

Let us run freely hand in hand
   in Elysian fields of resplendent grass,
where tranquil existence lies
      beyond skies of incertitude
         whence ambiguity doesn't rhyme,
and empathy's rapport  plays in the hearts
  of all those who cherish the melody of peace,
      swimming in rivers of abundant harmony
    and dance 'pon the ether of communion's serenity*

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field,
                                            I'll meet you there...."  Rumi

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