If an extrovert is an introvert
trying to prove they are not
then poetry banishes reticence
for all that it's got

disturb molecules
let’s get the body moving
it is a cold world

Not until you learn
To be kind to fellow man,
Who, unlike the sun,
Still has much to find
In the shadows cast by good
Intentions of will,

Can you thrive and will
Everything you come to learn
Be fruitful and good.
For in every man
Is a universe to find
That outshines the sun.

For under the sun,
Where immense heat halts all will,
Nothing you will find,
Nothing you can learn,
Competes with the heart of man
When within is good.

Man is all that’s good.
By man alone is the sun
Understood, as man
Utilizes will
And has tamed the beast to learn
To name what he finds.

In nature, you’ll find
It knows no such thing as good,
And you will soon learn
The indifferent sun
Has no heart, no soul, no will,
Near the likes of man.

In the heart of man
Resides all courage to find,
For courage is will’s
Resolve to do good,
As unlike the deathless sun:
Only man can learn.

Man has all the good
You can find beneath the sun,
For, by will, they learn.

Your cheekbones Have me
Contemplating completely
Changing my heart beat

Hey all I know is
Sometimes love upsets wisdom
Nothing one can do

So let’s take a ride
Down old highway styx in hell
Hand in hand in hand

Let the Devil try
Cause we won't make it easy
To pull us apart

Unwind, call me yours
Love me like you love yourself
God is lonely too

just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.

“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings

now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,
where finite comes to rest

i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.

Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself

Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me sometimes
That room wasn't the first time I had noticed your eyes

December is my favourite shade of lipstick
When I'm wrapped up
And my rosy smile is all you can see
Or shimmering
Like my skin
In my sequin dress