I spoke to a wasp today. And he told me his story. He spoke to me about his childhood, and watching his own family being murdered. It was a bright and warm Friday evening. His father had ventured out and flew among the humans that lived in the home of his home. The smell of liquor permeated the air, as did the barbeque that was nearly too done. He drew close to the man of the home, just to watch and observe the scene. The man didn't like it too much. So he swatted him. It didn't hurt him, however, but it did confuse him. And in his confusion he landed upon the man and planted his stinger within him. The man slammed his hand down, cursing as the wasp's father's guts bled out. There was nothing the wasp could do but watch. The woman of the house asked if the man was ok. The man cursed once more and slammed his glass on the ground. The woman became upset and demanded to know why. The man had no answer. He merely just grabbed a gas can, took another ...swig of liquor, and walked up to the wasp's home and began dousing it in gasoline. The woman freaked out, afraid of what was about to happen. The man merely cursed at her as well and shoved her to the ground. When she tried to get back up he kicked her in the face. The blood poured. The wasp's home was now soaked in a lethal liquid. The man had a sinister grin as he glanced at his crying and bleeding woman lying on the ground, and he laughed as he lit a match and threw it on the wasp home. The nest went up in flames, and shortly after the home of the man did too. The little wasp escaped, unable to save the lives of his screaming family being burnt alive. The man merely laughed; the woman lay crying; the nest burnt to ashes; the house burnt down. So now the little wasp is all grown up. And when I asked what he wants to do with his life, all he replied was, "I want to sting people...because it seems that is all every creature is meant to do." ♥

You know that feeling:
to be wasted on hope
and high on a dream
while low on aspiration
and loaded with doubt.

You know those thoughts:
about dreary memories
and scornful actions
with broken ideas
and frustrating decisions.

You know those worries:
about what will come
and who you'll meet
with a side of who will you be
and who you might see.

But you don't know:
that now matters the most
and the past is over
while who you are is at steak
and you can't see who you'll be.

But please, don't think you know:
that today is done
because tomorrow hasn't begun.

Cascading madness takes hold
(My crazy romantic heart's been sold)
To the queen from faraway

Sold my soul for a smile today

We try to keep clean
(if you know what I mean…)
Above the waist
But this relational bullshits got a bitter taste

Freedom with no strings
(yeah, it's one of those things…)
One night stand at hand
But the torn heart is sometimes too hard to mend

Drinking and smoking to excess
(Drugs were during recess)
I had a drink, I didn't think
But now I've taken us to the brink

To late
To lazy
…But they never thought we could make it anyway

Before sleep overcame me and stole my consciousness away
My last thoughts were of you and what I would write today

I could compare you to the sun
Because your pushing the darkness back
I might liken you to the stars
Because so many wishes might come true
I could say you are the wind
Because I dream of you gently carressing my skin
I might believe you are a river
Because your washing my sadness away
But all I can really say
Is that I hope you stay

It rained today
This morning
As I left the house
To walk to school

I could feel it
Coming as soon
As I got down the street
But I continued walking

A welcomed drop in humidity
Was followed by cursing
The rain that soaked me through
On my way to school

Tree-hopping
From one dry patch
Running to the next
Until I made progress

Yesterday, I wanted rain
Would have loved the thought
Yet as I was forced to face it
I realized I thought wrong

You brought home peaches today,
in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine.
I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them.
I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.

I turned to you confused and you
Smiled a sad smile
Took my hand and lead me to my rocking chair.
Told me that I looked beautiful today-
that you loved me.
I laughed a little laugh,
I'm sorry sir, you are kind, but we just met!
Again you smiled your sad smile,
took my left hand in yours,
We've been married for 46 years

You brought home peaches today,
in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine.
I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them.
I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.

thoughts overflowing
whirring around my brain

eyelids heavy
tiredness overcoming
i decide to save the thoughts for another day

but it isn't quite that easy
for the thoughts aren't particularly positive
and leaving them there
whirring around
simply causes more decay

i decide to face my problems
and take the key to my soul
i open up the box that has stored my emotions;
for so long

the thoughts are ever restless
yet when confronted
they shy away
"please, not now. i cannot deal with this today."

You stepped off this earthly dirt too many days too soon.
A brightly shining light burnt out, at quarter till noon.
A fortunate few there to say goodbye
to hold your hand, to sit and cry.
But why?
Why today, why right now
Why is it that your beating life was something nature wouldn't allow
to carry on and flourish
You had a soul to nourish.
So much future cut short
Do not abandon do not abort
this mission you've been given
Please, give us something to believe in...

But I guess it is too late
This sad truth has been fate
All along, your song
Would end.
Now to mend, the hearts that are still here, my dear.
I hear the best cure is time, so I'll sit and I'll wait
And remember this date.
As a day to remember your life and your love
To hope somewhere you're peaceful. Somewhere above.