Kitty litter has made it's way to the earth's crust.

The harsh dry winter days won't disappear.

I'm a summer baby.

Two dollars to wash one load of laundry in 2016.

1966 seems further away now.

Mainstream is the new underground.

Giving credit to those who deserve it.

Looking for ways to remember you,
The structure is blueprinted,
I need to finish our outline before earning your trust back.

Life at times feels about 24-hours,
I'm nervous to touch you.

I'm going to force the evil Gemini out and destroy him;
I'm not my father.

To make matters heart-fully correct;
I need to commit to my heart.

I'm surrounded by love,
Considering leaving all support for myself.

I think about the afterlife when I wake up.
Wanting to give up all desires is a nightmare.

I didn't do that.

The two are searching for her,
But she left only to come back.

The hand-print disappeared,
Because of science.

My new eye-wear won't scratch.
I paid a pretty penny for this set.

Goodnight.

My days of looking through fields are expired.

I've been sleeping around my routines.

It's been years since I have felt inspired; 2012.
Food is bland like my interactions with name droppers-

It's not always about me,
But it is though.

I can't have five seconds of silence without observing the nearest mirror.

It's not the point of making a point but thinking beyond "that" point, okay?

The sunflowers pass away every winter.

( Written 11/25/13)

Underling hypothetical reactionary
Forces between us
I step with caution
Understanding the imaginary boundaries.

I'm here still.

The Sirens are in love with me.

I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.

The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.

The Sirens send backup.

A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.

The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.

The Sirens reach their destination.

A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.

I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.  

The Sirens have won.