The animals
are driving their cars,
the animals...
with their streetlamps
and traffic lights
and their red stop signs.
The animals...

The animals
are gangsters in black,
the animals...
with their hand guns
and sharp knives
and their backward hats.
The animals...

The animals
are hiding in bricks,
the animals...
with their arm chairs
and hallway rugs,
they're full of ****!
The animals...

The animals
are urinating,
the animals
are defecating,
the animals
have fancy bathrooms,
the animals
are ******* in the next room,
it's highly irritating.

The animals
are trying so hard,
the animals...
with their therapy,
prescription drugs
and their self-help books.
The animals
are trying so hard!

Indeed, I love her!
But can't muster enough nerve
I had rehearse those lines
But as if someone tied my tongue

Afraid of venom of pain
Afraid to be stung
Better to hide it this way
Regret is more painful at the end

She was so alluring
A beauty that could only be mine in a dream
She was every of my fantasies
But how can I charm her
Everything about me was so simple
While she was extra-ordinary

I must act now...

Then I lied...

I told her I am a prince
That I owned the stars
But I saw her shaking her head
She was nothing compared the sun
She was nothing compared to the blue sky
I lost my self control

I began grasping her
Kissing her torridly
Even though a lot of people witnessed what I was doing
Little do I care
I want her badly, crazily...

And then laughter
everywhere....

Indeed people saw me grasping and  kissing someone
Someone in their eyes...
Was only a tree...

written: July 4, 2014
mysterious aries

I already know
the answer,
I just want to know
how we arrive at it
and why, I suppose
we breathe just for the sake of it.

Youthful occurrences
all around me--
God is in the atoms.

Blessed angel
of subtlety,
I wish you were there.

I am born
ten seconds ago
into red and pink ribbons
over your head:
magnificent present.

Youthful man
gone down
to wonderland
where the sadness never
had its way.

The end of tomorrow.

I am a diamond
out the window
being stared at
by a wistful thinker.

Shiny people
look so good
in transparent cases.

What did you want
to tell me?
You forgot but
I knew which was why
I was smiling at you.

Am I pretty
or is the
light on right?

Shhh...