How do I love the unlovable?
I cannot walk any further for you.
I keep digging and need a new shovel.
I have walked miles just to look at you.
I walked in circles and squares and hexagons.
What more can I do?
Are you even here, or are you gone?
I want to love you,
but you won't let me.
It can't be me, I've thought this through.
For, I have loved many.
Have you ever loved at all?
If not, take away my shovel
and hand me a saw.
I can't take this anymore.
Can't you see me begging?
I've been your lady and your *****.
Is there something I'm forgetting?
I'm starting to think the door is closing,
or maybe it already has.
Now I have to break through a window
and I'm going to get cut by the glass.

No dead spiders;
just clean slates.

somethin' real
really blew my mind
he wore a suit and tie
it's easier to love someone
than to be
somebody that's loved
maybe my life's
just one big hail
falling to the ground
to make something else

And when the time dwindles,
and that same body stumbles,
your world all around you
may not or may crumble.

A love-keeper's journal,
written with lust
is not a love journal at all,
bound by false trust.

But no trust
doesn't mean lies.
Maybe misunderstanding
or a misread eye.

Birthed into routine
and taught by repetition.
Opened up hearts
with new intuition.

Raised in a world
where everything is expected,
and anything different
is highly disrespected.

How much is enough?
Whether gentle or rough,
when your time is spent
and you're done being tough.

Who will spend your time?
Whether negative or right,
in the future or past,
it will be in your sight.

But can one ever-changing soul
just settle down?
Does one choose a favorite song,
and ignore all other sounds?

You may never be different,
but may never be the same,
and to find one person
with one certain name,

Would you be content,
never turn away?
Is it so wrong to wonder?
We swing and we sway.

From one love to another,
from hours to days,
I linger indifferent,
to so many things.

Love is love is love,
and we share it aloft.
Is three such a crowd,
in a bed that's so soft?

From partner to parody,
repeat, and repeat,
we go from one to another,
retreat, and retreat.

Back to square one,
alone all along,
but in the months to come,
love like a song.

Some are sick of duets,
and some like to stand alone,
and some like to see many,
and some like to see clones.

A triangle of fun,
an octagon of plays;
A partnership hole,
with so many days.

You lust what you must,
and you think what you might.
You go with your trust,
and you follow your light.

A variety of comfort,
spread across the globe,
with people being human
and that's how it goes.

Some have no idea,
and live inside the box.
Some see the sticky tape
but would rather see not.

I know my nose got longer
when the days got darker,
but all I see is light ahead,
so won't you see it too?

You know me better
when I'm close by,
but you are so far away,
so how do I tell you?

This isn't some circle
that keeps flowing,
but a bold line that ends,
so why don't you notice?

It wore me out more
than even you can say,
but you think I'm not tired,
so when will I rest?

We all do things
that leave a nasty scar,
but I see it and I stray,
so don't you think I'll be okay?

I know it's all over
and I hope you soon see,
but time is getting faster,
so won't you please hurry?

This is the post-******
that is never to return,
but always to remember,
so much that I have learned.

melancholy music
and strings like water droplets
line my insides
and leak outward
like ten
different kinds of plasma
that no one can interpret

The cat,
and the little girl.

If power was to the People,
Cannabis would already be legal;
instead, this life is lethal,
and filled with broken steeples.

If you don't see who's controlled,
open your eyes and know --
in this world, there's evil
and different kinds of people,

and when we feel threatened,
our mind becomes a weapon.
So, all that we can do
is enjoy a better view

of a better life ahead...

If we don't,
we're better off dead.

Zillion die beneath and above,
dying for you to experience love.
Energy passing through, signal that fades;
visible mass, joys while it stays.
Unknowing becometh,
blood-sewing bays;
worth every penny,
worth every day.
Mindless and mindful,
alike and the same.
Differently brewing,
'Swhy we all came.
One more here, one more there;
and silence speaks
what you could not dare.
Stride of light and a wave of sound,
Right here-there, right here-now.

You're not good at much of anything at all,
but lusting lovers and crowding tombs.
No love -- provoke, provoke.
No love -- until we choke.
And ever since
the days we spoke,
you broke between the ways...
Cinders of past lays
wake on your walls.
You sit and think of me,
as I think of nothing at all.

curtains closed, I sit in darkness
as I wait for you
if you don't return,
I will have spoken to no one all day

full of graceful accomplishments,
my river still runs dry
with the thought of sleeping alone
and waking with surprise
at the empty sheets next to me

every time, I sigh
and I hold back the urge to cry impulsively
distraught over a broken nail
as husbands die of cancer
in the hospital down the street

oh, how I'd cry then,
if it were you dying,
but you're just simply gone -
off to work, doing your duties

as I wait in the darkness,
and I think of you
please don't stay at your mother's tonight
I promise,
your little brother will be just fine

"I am the very nature in which you have committed such a crime. You have forced upon me something that I, myself, cannot undo. Only you have the power to change the ways of nature, and I shall flow through these changes like a dove seeking water; I shall climb the trees, blooming flowers at their buds; I shall wake the fish each evening for their hunt. But you will do the hunting, you will climb the trees, and you will fly through the skies which I have provided with clouds on this day."

"But what of death? What of...?" God asked me, though he already knew.

"Death will be done, in unity, just as the things I have listed above. You will commit the action, but its essence will come from me, and its beauty shall rest from my *****. What appears as pure hatred will spread through the world and I will be blamed by some, while you will be blamed by others." Mother Nature continued, "'The Gods have no mercy! He will make you suffer for your sins! Mother Nature has strange ways... She does crazy things, terrible things!', they'll say..."

God concludes to Her: "We are one, you and I. These acts are sewn with a strike and a kiss. Though I strike the action of a kiss, the love from a kiss is still felt long after it is done, and for that - I thank you, Mother Nature."

"As do I thank you, for the kiss is never felt without the kiss itself."

winter coffee
l o o k i n g  b a c k . . .
now reflecting
o n  m y  p a s t . . .

passive attacks
wishing wells
emerald eyes
silent spells

spring coffee
i t ' s  s o  f a r  . . .
new beginnings
s t a y  w h e r e  y o u  a r e  . . .

listening
to what could be
watching
myself to see

summer coffee
f u l l  c i r c l e . . .
cannot wait
l i g h t  d i s p e r s a l . . .

bumpy tides
turn to gold
joyful times
we grow old

fall coffee
i  c a n ' t  w a i t . . .
time to change
n e v e r  t o o  l a t e . . .

from ash to soul and soul to ash,
a continuation of life ever-last;
dancing with hexahedron hierarchy --
eating off epidemic oligarchy --

we've crowned a fool, with saviours in town;
our eyes in wool, 'til we turn around,
with eyes of indigo, soaring free,
an extra sight within the trees...

soon each shape moulds together as one,
like scattered stars at midnight come,
an image emerges from the light,
which unveils such a splendid sight:

the fall of kings, the rise of queens
and all the other fragile things;
love and beauty on the tongue,
swivelled down into the lungs,

knowing not what to become,
the cringe of fear resides in some;
hide inside a box with ***
until the waking morning comes...

it's time to rise: wake up! wake up!
leave your box, dispose of cups;
out of the office, into vast love
of a day which is anew, because --

the dark is done if you wish to banish;
revolution is not so outlandish,
when fish merely roam in schools of thought,
with nothing ever truly taught,

until one day, the shark will come,
and cause you to despise your ***,
your weak hand, and your menace,
for all is well when there is penance,

"for they know not what they do...",
leader to people, as lion to shrew;
abolishing all antiquity
in order to reach sublimity.

Living with a clock hanging over my head,
as I lay in my bed
and wait for each morning to pass.

Unfortunately, opposites do attract,
& I had to learn this the hard way, five different times,
before I realized,
I need what I do not want,
& I must learn to want just that -- what I need,
or happiness will never follow fluidly;
only lust and tears
& many late nights and stomach aches.

Need a storm
Or something less futile,,
A symphony of rain
Pouring down on me again
And again, until I'm drenched,
And the sun sends a glare;
Blinding me,
Binding me
To a frozen state of thought
Where you are a bird
And I've got you caught..
Need a cage
Or something to use
To keep out the bad
And lock you up, surely,
But silently;
Crept before wept,
Into mornings of mourning,
When I decide it's time
To open your door,,
Which you've already kicked,
And bit, and spit,
So I let you go,
And I watch you fly,
And once again,
He is him --
And I am I --
I'll catch another soon,
But it's the same every time
Need another storm,
Or maybe a monsoon..
To wash away
What happened here, at noon

Self-conscious soliloquies ****** into tragedies
Will we ever love the right way?

So many slumbers as I sleep...
Do I dare ask again

What good is raging wars over past dues
When the new age hides in the corner of your kitchen

I know you have the fire to cook up some hope
But do you have the courage to live up to your dreams
So very squeezed and rinsed

Don't burn me

Trust only means wait in a world like this one
With so many pixies in the ear

I beg the day our towers reach the sky
Together, and alone

Will you ever love yourself like I do?

What is a shiny white stone
But a physical reminder of how bad we are

Underneath and on top
Folded in the sheets of the other's dreams
Never fully tucked in

I don't want to watch you grow old --
bones frail,
busted lip,
pale nose
another crypt to fill
with your body;
yours.

I don't want to watch you grow old --
legs crumbling,
youth running astray,
me waiting
for that day...

I don't want to watch you grow old --
Let me go first!
I beg,
I toss and turn..
And now,
I am at a loss
for words.

I never wanted to be the flower,
always waiting,
never knowing

I always wanted to be the pollen,
floating across lands,
always going

I guess that is the difference
between you and me

But whether flower or pollen,
we are both seed

a tree
that grows,
is then struck down.
Lightening, Lightening;
but, ah,
trees heal,
so He grows again.
Lightening, Lightening;
a strike
so rare,
and somewhat unexpected.
a tree
not struck
is a tree that is neglected.
He needs
the rain
and also, the light.
Lightening, Lightening;
and then,
the ground --
all He can feel.
no more
sky;
only the earth that is quaked,
and the space that is forsaked
when
the Lightening
strikes,
again and again.

Cherry blood is always good, because it's dark and it means no artery was hit. You're still alive. You're living. That's why I sometimes don't understand the big fuss my principal made when I took off the sweatband on my wrist. Or maybe it was the vice principal. Either way, the school counselor was called in, and so were my parents. Looks of shock. Confusion. Why? They all asked. But I had no reasonable answer. I was young and innocent -- a feeling I'd love to regain, but at the time, I wanted the opposite. Maybe I did it for the excitement; the thrill. Some said I was just "a troubled child"; it will pass. Others said I was "disturbed" or "depressed". But these are just words. I know what I was. I wanted the attention; I wanted to get caught, until it actually happened. After my mom paid a psychiatrist $350 three different times, I told her I was okay; I stopped doing it; Please don't make me go back. And she never made me go back. And I never did it again.

I'm feeling like a clut,
as you're putting all these colors through my veins,
and I'm ever-so tangled in the faux thought that it could possibly flourish
into something so occult that it would devise a new world of its own, entirely.

But what I didn't examine
was the false hope you stored in my abode of a heart,
by simply being your own and hankering my mind and flesh,
projecting love in an entirety of positive epilogue, sure to soon diminish...

He led her through two large wooden doors, into the unknown.
She walked the tiles of the Japanese floors inside the Temple;
pondering about and peering on the wonders of a new world.
She almost swooned at the sights! Wanted to faint in exultation..

"What a beautiful place," she exclaimed, then continued with:
"If only I could live in such a place, and even that wouldn't suffice
all that I have missed in my own corner of the Earth, all these years.
All should see what I see here! All should experience
such a different way; the way which I have seen now; here."

He looked down upon her petite structure with confusion
and said "You have safety in your home; people die here
every day; struggle to survive; try to escape a hell
each morning rise again. This is no place for you.
Do you know what it is like to fear for your life?
Do you know how much training it takes just to know
you are safe from harm?"

She absorbed his sentences, but remained
unchanged in her thoughts. She responded with dignity:
"But it is an honest life.
Where I come from, we are living in a lie,
and more than half of our people don't even question it;
or even realize such things.
Sure, your body is not safe here, in this place,
but where I come from, your soul is not safe.
And the way I see it -- I'd much rather a sword
strike my back,
then a thought
haunt my being.
Everyone is escaping something."

Espero que podría decirte todo;

la manera que yo nunca detener
pensando de usted
la manera que nunca voy a detener
amando usted

Deseo que yo podría beber usted
Deseo que yo podría comer usted

De esa manera,
realmente sería usted una parte de yo

Quiero respirar usted
No tiene miedo

Nadie va amar usted como yo hago
Por favor, dejame

Intro:

She sat silently on the hill, resting in the windy weathers. She was waiting for someone. No one had told her he wasn't coming. No one had told her she would wait in that very spot for quite some time before realizing she had to go. She was the hopeful type; a real believer in positive outcomes. She knew everything that went wrong would somehow end up right. She knew that when winter comes, it is a frigid world, but spring always follows. No matter how long the winter season, spring always follows...

Part 1:

So she sat there all winter, rusty and planted still. No one was there with her. Though she could see there were women on other hills, far away in the distance, none were on this one. She often wondered if they could see her too. She began to question her own existence. She began to forget about her past and question the significance of her future. Negative thoughts appeared in the clouds above her. She looked up in the face of the sky, looking for a reflection of herself, but no reflection was found.

Part 2:

After a long period of thinking herself silly, she began to sleep more often. Her mind was asleep when her eyes were closed; she found this  much easier. One day, she woke to the sun blinding her. A small bird dropped out of the sky and landed on her shoulder. The bird sang songs into her ears and circled her for hours. During this time, she began to think deeply. Was he ever going to show up? She had been waiting for him to come around all this time, but he wasn't coming. She had turned to the clouds to see her own face, but it wasn't there. She was still on this hill, but nothing had changed.

Outro:

She got up and began to walk down the hill, with the sun shining above her. It took her days to get to the bottom, but when she finally did, the scenery was amazing. She couldn't believe her eyes. She also couldn't believe she had stayed up there so long, missing out on this beauty. For a moment, she felt fear, being so far away from the sky, from herself, from everything she knew. She looked up quickly. To her relief, she saw her own reflection. She climbed the hill to try and find herself, but she had been down here all along, waiting. It was then that she understood. She was not waiting for him to return. She was waiting for herself to return. And returned she had. Spring had come.

I'm not sure that I know
what a best friend is anymore.

I used to know when I was little,
because we did everything together,
and we told each other e v e r y t h i n g .

But now we are all so busy,
and I'm not sure if I have no best friends or
if I have tons of them.

Or maybe I just have a lot of "friends"
who I am very close to,
but never hug.

I want you to me my best friend, my love.
It is you and only you who I want
to spend my days with.

Have you noticed that I hug you?
You're the only one that keeps me
from awkwardly pulling away.

Are we best friends?
We don't do everything together,
but we do lots of things together, and we always have fun.

Are we best friends?
Because I think you tell me everything,
but I could never be sure, since we are in love,

and love tends to distort reality a bit.
Are best friends exactly alike?
Because I believe our souls are alike, even if all of our interests aren't.

Maybe I will never know
what a best friend really feels like;
maybe it is just a word for me;

Maybe I am just d i f f e r e n t
or something like that,
because I am a little confused,

but I love you, and I want to spend my days
with you. It is all I have ever wanted...
someone to be intimate with, both physically & spiritually.

Are you my best friend?
If not, I can leave...

It is not my instinct to love a woman
who speaks with ease
It is not my instinct to love a spider
who hunts in trees,
But I

could tell you one thing:
When I was young,
I hated spiders
I also hated cooked carrots

Then I learned
to give things a second chance

How do you do?
I might fancy you...
or him, or her
or them

What was once detested
is now invested
in my meal
in my life

Who was once just a passerby,
I now sit and wander why
not infuse love in them?

Like tasting new fruit,
Like trying new things,

Must we always reject
what remains
after we cast out our pleasures
and resist our pains?

Could a man's lips to a man
be something so vein?
A woman's ******* in her hand,
something so insane?

We fear what we cannot grasp
We laugh at what is not funny
We do what we are habituated to,
but life is more than old and new

Acceptance is obtained
when one accepts
When one accepts,
they can run miles,
can be anything, anyone
What fun!

Gayety is great
*** is good
Different kinds of trees
make different kinds of wood
When one learns about wood
all wood seems good,
because all wood is good

After realizing this fact,
a weight is lifted
off the shoulders
and into the light,
where all can see

Those left behind,
will worship ancient shrines
with answers from yesterday
yearning to explain today

Those picky,
those sickly,
the one's who hate veggies
the one's who can't see
what a shame to be...

To dismiss the colour pink
when one grows up as a tomboy;
as a  stubbornness  
with a covenant
of no change

Homosexuality as a learned behavior,
Heterosexuality as an instinct;
Objektophilie...
vise versa, vise versa:
who cares! Nowhere

Like tasting new fruit,
the acceptance of taste
will form
what was never there before
If not,
this fruit will disappear,
never to exist in your presence
without hate

sometimes, it is not about loving yourself

sometimes, it is about loving the other:
the one right in front of you, waiting to be loved;
waiting desperately,
not knowing how to make it happen,
because they've never been truly loved before - 100%.

sometimes, it is your turn to be selfless,
not selfish - and maybe even suffer a little bit,
because maybe you have been loved before 100%
and you know how AMAZING that feels,
and you want it more than anything from this ONE person,

but they just don't know how to give it to you;
they can't,
because they've never seen it before,
never felt it before,
& don't even know how to begin.

sometimes,

all you can do is show them the way,
instead of getting frustrated,
or angry,
or dissatisfied;
you show them the way,
by loving them 100%, always, whenever you are able,
and sometimes when it is far too difficult.

Should one cast out all darkness
in another containing light?
Or is darkness oh so necessary,
and this is simply not my fight?
I found you unexpectedly,
in a field of bundled hay
which unraveled with your touch.

You chose me and I chose you,
so why is it that it seems like news
every time that you say, "I love you,"?
You told me we are forever,
but that was months ago...
& with all the changing weather,
you never know who wants to go.

They always make me leave first.
Is it me? Am I blind?...
I'm dying like the fall leaves' thirst;
Do you love my body or my mind?
I guess it could be much worse,
so why am I so skeptical?

They say "when you know, you just know,"
and you are such a fine spectacle,
but something deep down cries;
Maybe I'm a perfectionist.
I want you so much more
than I could ever speak with words,
I try to draw it out,

but everything just comes in herds,
and I'd hate to overwhelm you,
because you are the reason I even speak.
But my heart is aching every day;
my love is strong, but I am weak.
I've got so much care to give;
My doctor told me I'm an addict.

He meant much more than drugs.
I say love is madness.
We always change the ones we love
and put them in a vase
above all of our accomplished goals,
water them down until they grow old.
What is love? Am I sold?

when we are always shifting.
How do I choose
the man of my gifting?
I ache at the thought of going
just one day without your lips,
when all is healed just with your kiss.
Are you enough? Am I?

Speak to me. Why silence?
Your darkness consumes my light,
but then your breath awakens
and my stomach becomes tight.
I briefly forget what's wrong from right,
and sink away in your bliss.
I see the cracks,

and there is a god shining through;
I worship you.

built on wishes
like snowy roads and clementines
never fully sinking in or forming
into the endless avenues of adventure
and taking things way too far

then suddenly
BOOM
here you are

b i r t h
is imminent

d r e a m s
are real

i m p o s s i b l e
is done

you are here with me
f o r e v e r

damp air
from rain before
long hair
in the breezy shore
looking out
the ocean near
looking back
shedding tears
moving on
something new
walking on
getting through

silent rues of naked nectar
night and night again
tireless mind-crimes
strike the clock within

a soothing sail
and an abrupt contradiction
weening its way into
something non-fiction

but not a correction
a little less pleasing
a change of direction
that finds you in leaving

a moment of truth
and a gathered up sweeping
but changes are due
and time is not sleeping

when love comes down
and grants a kiss
there is nothing
sweeter than this

toss it around
leave it amiss
you will regret
messing with this

after long months
of fleeting bliss
nothing is better
than true love's kiss

highway run
ticker top
stay here now
bottom drop
no way out
caving in
boredom gloss
doused with sin
green light red light
harlequin
loading dock
broken fin
filling up
lifted chin
picking up
halfway runaway
all the things
with no better way
toss the clock
counting down
something sweet
like a sound
use it up
what's to lend
for better use
in the end

"I found this guy named God...he was sooo hot, like me. So we had some kids and gave them a place to stay on Earth," she explained.
"What did he think of you?"
"Oh, he thought I was a complete *****, but he loved me anyway."
"How many kids did you have?"
"Oh, hundreds..."
"Wow..."
"They're all so distant now, no wonder they're all so messed up."
"Where is God now?"
"Who knows... he refuses to speak to me."
"Oh, you Devil, you."
"Oh hush.. at least I didn't have a million children like Horus.. that *****."

What is life with no risk?
What is death with no miss?
What are games if not tricks?
I idle my way through,
at the thought of losing you,
for a sailboat and a room for two.

What is love without trust?
What is *** without lust?
What is crime without bust?
The rabbit fell down
the hole on her crown
and wonders where to go now.

Is a toy not for fun?
Is true love not a gun?
Are adventures just a run?
I swam past the seas
of Adam's forsaken tree
and I knew it was for me.

Does one go insane,
when tooling with the shame
of losing one for fame?
I couldn't look the other way
when casting out a slay,
just for another day.

So, is happiness ever wrong?
Could you ever mumble a song?
Does adventure hide along
the bays as I am distant?
Could I ever leave,
or will I never risk it?

For, when I would return,
my soul would be quite different,
but still, the same as now,
for life already kissed it.
I could never wrong,
for wronging is an instant,
that vanishes with smiles
and flowers after ****** in.

Mr. Frost lied about the roads,
it doesn't matter which way you go,
as long as you walk,
you'll get where you end up.
As long as you drink,
you still have a cup.

Can a gain make up for a loss?
Can love be labeled by cost?
Is freedom a myth in a shoe?
Is time a land and a view?

He sees my eyes beyond,
but the pressure is too high.
I see the world beyond,
but cannot reach the sky.

Chain me.
Release --
for the chains, they came from me,
as I let you kiss my cheek,
and love, it makes me weak.

New light is what I seek,
but darkness hovers
where love is weak.
Even true love, at that...
I should have known,
but now I see:
darkness chases after me;
as does light in the darkest days,
as does clarity in the haze.

Do weigh the pros and cons,
but in your heart you know,
even with the odds,
you see which way to go...

These days, all men of different shape and kind try to escape work,
while women conquered this skill years ago.
We had a free ride, and we threw it all away...for work.
But that wasn't what it was for at all;
it was for the principal: equality. passion.
So now, you can say we're equal,
but we've always been smarter,
and absolutely more passionate.
We only stooped so low to the working force
to prove that we could.
And we only remain,
yes, for the passion.

it's easy to be loved
when you speak a common thought

it's easy to be hated
when you speak an unpopular truth

we shouldn't speak for validation
but for the will to be who we truly are
despite reactions

, Because I am not done with you;
I want you so bad,
But the timing is not right:
But through the years of hibernation
of my soul and yours,
I must continue to lust
So many fish in this sea..
So do not take it wrong;
Do not take it personal;
You are still my favorite flower.
Just wait for me;
Some day, I will be done hurting everyone else,
And I will make my way to you.

Just as the whiskers of a cat barely move from their place,
you will surely do the same;
for we are born as we are.
It is very rare that a whisker may fall off or be cut,
but it can surely happen;
and if it were to happen,
it was meant to be;
just as you are meant to be you,
and I am meant to be me.

Maybe I've been chasing something that is out of reach.
Maybe I've been learning something that I can never teach.
Maybe I just need to be alone; solidarity.
Maybe I'll never find my love-clone; charity.
Maybe I'm just fine by myself; barely.

and some of my favorites moments are
when someone opens up to you completely

you walk into a new world,
take a new role

those times when words become visions
and nothing else matters in that moment

roaming around the mind
of another, stress-free and curious

when you realize you and someone else
want the same things for the world

that we all do,
but some of us are just scared

like sitting with your best friend,
only you're older now

are we the same?
we must be the same now

a creek of consciousness flows in,
as if you just took out a dam

and the news is everything pure,
like an open window

but the hinge is always shut at night,
and there is always a toll

savored like the morning's breakfast,
I'll swallow what you've said to me

until morning I'll wonder
what you're thinking now

I'll dream of your urges
and dance in your dreams

as if you were my child
as if we were in love

I thought by loving him,

I was loving him;

when in reality,

by loving me,

I am loving him.

I jumped up and down,
moving with the crowd,
and couldn't help but notice how happy I was
as I screamed and smiled,
I finally realized I was tripping from the sublingual dosage,
which I had failed to notice in the midst of things..
crawling up my spine,
the rush of the peak subsided
and nothing changed at all;
as if the music had been just enough;
I was already tripping;
as if I didn't need the drug --
your music brought me home.

She doesn't need another mother
She needs a father
I wonder if she'd let me be just that
Even if I don't have a *****

I don't like misusing the word *****
Since clearly no money is involved
But if there was one without a cost
It would be her

She ****** her boyfriend
She ****** her ex-boyfriend
And her other ex-boyfriend
All in the same week

She ****** her best friend
She tried to hold my boyfriend's hand
And she rubbed on my leg
When she bought me a drink

I used to think we were alike
But now I see that I'm much older
She is grounded now
She has gone to her room

"Loving and *******
Are not the same thing
I hope that you know that"
I said to her and slammed the door

I'm just a simple complexity.
Want to know something more?
I walk at night and my feet get real sore.

I'm just a half-cat mistress.
Want to see something else?
I do it all alone and I never ask for help.

I'm just a cosmic mess.
Is this not what you asked for?
I sink and I smile but there has to be more.

I'm a girl that gets up and gets dressed.
Don't you live every day?
I carry on and don't have much else to say.

I'm a toy that will never be put down.
Do you want to play?
I stick to my guns and I never stray.

I'm just a post-punk hermette.
Do you ever hide?
A typical ride where no one lies.

I'm a poet with a pencil.
Have you ever written?
In my own corruptless world, I fit in.

I'm a solar sanctuary.
Do you hold it in?
I let it out and then I spin.

I'm just a down-tempo daughter.
Did you want something more?
I go with the flow and I walk through the door.

a plastic experience
is something to fear

leave the cave,
or forever rest in darkness

no debt to anyone
but yourself

if you conceive it
you will receive it

oscillation is communication,
and so it goes...

I have been confused, been misused,
Been attacked and fought right back,
Almost gave up, but I kept on trying
My eyes were wet, but I stopped the crying

I have been through rain, walked with the wind,
Been caught up in what was pretend,
Visualized, realized what is here;
The good life, should life is so near

Just step in, and start to see clear
Live how you want, and live with no fear
Walk where you want, and watch what you see
Things that matter to you, may not matter to me

Pick out importance and throw away tease,
Find new ideas hidden up your sleeve,
Because every day, you have to learn something new;
It is those kind of things that will get you through

Hear, See, Feel - That is all you do,
But feeling is the only part that you cannot prove,
It is the only thing that really makes you move
As you walk through your life, it will consume

It will lead you down your path; it will take you home,
Because feeling is feeling something that you will always know
A feeling is something that you can only grow;
Share it all with the world kneeling at your toes

A dark mist settled on her lips,
and as soon as she opened her mouth,
the mist morphed into a magical shade of pink;
warmed by her angel-breath,
like falling frost in the eye, it froze her,
and everything around her went still...
She spoke sweet words of sorries and plays,
hoping to born a new day -
with new tales
and new times;
It was only then she realized,
the darkness remained,
no one heard her,
& that all this time,
she only chose to view a different shade,
from behind the curtains of a moth's wing,
posing as a rustic butterfly.
She wouldn't let the words roam now;
she would reel them back in -
like a hurt fish, like a dead wish,
she would tie them up like a bow,
and throw them in the trash,
along with Christmas Eve and the New Year
that she had imagined.
She would leave that photo behind,
and those carved things
that always looked nice on her shelf.
She finally knew
that it was time to go.