Sun is brightest in the day
when her eyes don't shine
gets darker and grey
because shes not mine
she tries but doesn't understand the
gravity she holds
smile across her lips
corrupts a mans soul

Oh but the way she loved
Oh but the way she loved

She's getting her way whether she wants it or not
Making men weak with the pout of her lips
Shes just the way she wants to be

Oh the way she loved
Oh the way she loved

She loved me more than could be said
Wrecked my heart without intent
Lying here mostly dead
Craving what I had and what another
Man now gets
She can't
She can't
Not like she did with me
Oh how she loved me

Your gentle breath
Stirs autumn leaves in the streets of my mind
Your eyes are so promising,
Rolling like newsreel camera,
Your pupils shifting like lenses
Their tender glint
Swears there is something better
Something bigger than this
Somewhere, perhaps soon
Somewhere the sparrows sing
Without cages
And the summers are blue
And the satin is black
Your hands on my back
Rub and comfort for what I will remember
Was an eternity
Someday maybe you'll sway with me
Sing, sing willow tree
We'll pretend
We've always swayed together
Maybe one day you'll engulf me
When I, fed to the tongues of fire,
Will turn my face to the flames
To the burning, divine kiss
But it would scorch my heart
With a single ember
Of a charred willow tree

Rain, rain, rain
My friend
Child of the heavens, that falls upon the earth and vast oceans
Rain
Rain upon the green leaves of trees and wet their trunks and barks.
Rain upon the flowers that have blossomed
from your mother’s bosom.
Instill life on lakes and river beds, their streams
that dry when you don’t come.

Catch a couple holding hands, and rain
Shower them
Closer they will come, under his umbrella they will hide
Where their hearts will touch.
Let him smell the aroma of her silky hair
That will drug him like cocaine
Full of love and passion he will stare
At the sparkle of her stare
Drag them closer even more,
Pour.
Sprinkle a droplet onto her nose,
And let him wipe it softly with his thumb
And kiss it gently with the lips of his mouth
For now, here your job is done.

Rain, rain, rain,
My friend,
Rain.

Rain enough to make a paradise,
But wait for the old man that plows his fields
Wait till he gets home
Then, rain at your will
But don’t bring ice, and much less snow,
For spring has been cold, and winter even more.
That, the man especially knows
Alone he’ll sit on his chair on his porch,
With a rubber ball that he used to throw.
In the summer and in fall his dog would chase it,
But that was long ago.
Do you remember?
You got both soaked last November,
before the man was left alone.

But do not weep, just rain
My friend,  Rain.


Rain in big and small droplets on the earth and floor
Wet my bare feet and jump in between my toes
I want to stamp on the puddle of water that you’ve formed
Soak me and join me
Rain and accompany me
Let us form a camaraderie
We can tell each other stories
You can tell me of your journey as you fall down from above
And I’ll tell you of the plants and flowers that in your absence will bud
Don’t be scared, for I’ll be your friend
When people go inside when you come,
I’ll come outside
You will make the puddles and I the mud
Even with my fading eyes I’ll look up
At the sky to welcome you as you rain.

When you leave don’t leave too fast,
Else the rainbow won’t show up
And please, don’t say goodbye
Farewells are too sad
Instead, say an “until next time.”

But for now rain, rain, rain,
My friend,
Rain.

I can still remember when
Your eyes drank of my soul
I think about us now and then
Of before we lost control
We took it all for granted
Played life, like a fucking game
But the seeds of sorrow we planted
Would put me in touch with my shame
I wish that I had been strong enough
But I pissed away my pride
You did teach me I wasn't so tough
What you did left me empty inside
Never will say this wasn't my fault
But you will hold some of the blame
Something's in life don't need to be taught
Like to  honour the children you named
Yet, somehow I just lost my way
And let them pay the price
I think what I have left to say
We should never have thrown the dice

This is for all the men
Who tell me I am beautiful
I can't hear you
Through all those years
Of being and ugly duckling
This is for my dog
Big blue eyes
My baby snugglebug
Sniffing for donuts
Chewing my hands in the morning
And the nail biters
And the chefs
Who lose fingers tot he meatgrinders
And the farmers
Staking lives
On a drop of rain
I am vain
This is for the men
Who have faith
I am not the virgin Mary
Just another pretty face
Another lacy thong to take off
This is for the underwear makers
The firecrackers
This is for the characters
Who explode in the night sky
Like the fourth of July
And ordinary people
Are blinded by the colors
This is for the mothers
And the big brothers
And the Prozac poppers
This is for the bees that have stung me
I've eaten their honey
And my cakes would not taste
So sweet without it
This is for the surgeons
And musicians
And fishermen
For the men who have bought me dinner
And never seen a return
On their investment
This is for the beards
And chest hair
This is for my little sister
Who is finally growing up
The word "love" on her tongue
And this is for America:
Land of the free
Home of the mancave
Beauty is only as deep
As your mineral rights
The copper and coal mines of your eyes
Beauty flies as high as kite
Melts away like cotton candy
After a baseball game
This is for the men who called me beautiful
For all the beauty in the world
All the beautiful
You cannot possibly know
How much you have meant

i am a product
of this
society
i pick-pocketed
my personality
from a ghastly array
of tv shows
and teenaged drama
if you would like a re-run
of last night's
late night
sitcom
i'm at your service

i am a product
of this
society
if you want some fashion advice
from me
because i dress
so well
log on to
pinterest
they'll tell you
exactly
what i would
because everything i wear
no matter how weird
or ugly
i wear because
they told me
to

i am a product
of this
society
i do not
think for me
i have an iphone
that has replaced
the normal functions
of my brain
it remembers everything
for me
i know everyone
we talk
all the time
i text
really fast
i'm so connected
i mean,
i'm plugged into
everything...

i am a product
of this society
my thighs
don't touch
and a lovely
mountain ridge
adorns
my back
a cavern
in my
belly
come explore
me
a beautiful
bony
product
of this
society

I AM A PRODUCT OF THIS SOCIETY
and you all should really stop blaming me
for being a social deviant
for being unwilling
to conform
to this new normal
sanity isn't
statistical
and this isn't
1984
meaning:
just because a billion people
do this shit
it doesn't make it
right
doesn't make it
make
sense
i will not hold onto your tail
and follow you
blindly,
society
because you don't know
where the fuck
you're going
anyway
if we progress
one more step
we'll all be
dead

Always in the corner
She hopes that one day she will find out
Yet the madness of the moons takes over
Flustered and paranoid
She doesn't stand a chance
Only because she never knew
But now she does.

Ignorance is strength.

I have a dirty habit of not paying attention
I don't take into consideration the emotions of others
Almost like an animal
Reaction and instinct take over.
Now, I'm here to say sorry
Since the animal took over
The alter ego's Id is responsible

old makeup spilled on my floor
dirty clothes strewn on my floor

I have a new, thousand dollar laptop
less than two hundred ($)  in checking
no groceries, yet plenty of prescriptions

(but they are needed, much and every day)

where did all these bills come from?
suddenly, it costs money to breathe.

Eating? Oh pshaw, that costs money.

I get what I ask for, and it always comes, at a price of over a hundred dollars,
and more bad luck than a couple broken mirrors smashed over a black cat.

Quick! Let's do designer drugs with the paltry change given by our parents!
Wouldn't they feel proud of our feelings of entitlement and adult decisions?

Break open my mother's back,
or my father's checking account
so long as I get to swipe down
that magnetic strip of their love

(that proves that they love me)

and we will buy strawberries
for five dollars and nine cents
and eat like the bourgeoisie (!)

flicking the tips of eyeliner up
like a little tail, the ends of eyes,
black as my tightest velvet pants

and I'll come call, prepaid, with
a voice that is thick and ripped,
bags under eyes, a little anemic,

(I think it adds to the glamour)

I will put on perfume and furs,
silken drawers, fine gold jewelry.

I will gamble with you in Monte Carlo or Las Vegas,
just as long as you pay my rent at $695 per month,
until I die, or something else.

If the person describes themselves as "weird", "quirky", and/or "different"
and they define themselves by the fact that they are different from normal,

I like them a lot less, because it's juvenile.
(I realize, of course, doing so is also juvenile)

--unless--

you habitually smear urine on yourself,
for maybe, preferably, an artistic purpose,
or engage in underground segway races,
or eat only very dried-out wet cat food,

declaring these features within yourself or actively trying to be different from "the herd"
removes you from certain uniqueness, and you become predictable and uninteresting.