The universe has
a millions signs
that say no,
but
only a few
that say yes.

/////

Everything is fragile
except the rope
around your neck.

/////

Just another
day in paradise:
exciting as a
hole in the ground.

/////

If you think
with your ****
expect a few
headaches.

/////

All the world's misery
is caused by men
who wear suits.

/////

Sometimes, you must
open a window
just to let a little
oxygen into your life.

/////

My ancestors
marched to war.
I flew.
Maybe there is
such a thing
as progress.

/////

Why do we
fall in love
instead of
rise in love?
Because there's
no such thing
as a rise with
a thud at the end.

/////

Cat's know everything
but divulge nothing.

/////

Death waits
patiently as
a dead cat.
They know
each other
very well.

/////

Enough now,
I am moving to
Lake Michigan
where I will
hunt wolverines
for a living
and learn
to eat ice.

/////

Have to flee,
there is a warrant
out for me for
everything I
never did.

/////

So difficult
some mornings
to face the
ugly emptiness of
the sober page

/////

Wanted:
a future
without
a perhaps.

/////

If I turned
wine into water,
made the living dead,
and called in demons
would these
be proclaimed miracles
and I hailed as
the new messiah?
Might be dangerous.
I imagine the sound
of hammers and nails
calling my name.

   ~mce

We are dancers,
Teardrops form a sad melody,
Forsaken in the crying woods of death,
Missery and sorrow join us.
We are dancers,
You and me,
Our sadness forms the beat,
Dancers of the national ballet of depression.
We are dancers,
You and me.

We were on the train,
Traveling from Amsterdam back home.
There was this adorable little kid,
He asked me to play with his toy car.
We played for about fifteen minutes,
Before his mom said he had to go,
The little kid was so upset and yelled:
But I want to keep playing with that boy.
He made my day.
He was closer to the true than everyone else,
Correcting his so called mistake.
That adorable little kid made my day by calling me a boy,
And for now one person is enough.

Respect for everyone on here who acts so sweet,
Little acts of kindness everywhere,
Intelligent poetry and clever comments,
Supportive people and sometimes a kind private message.
Being on here restores my faith in humanity.
The people on here are beautiful, all in their own way.
Never I will say without flaws, we are all humans here.
No, we aren't without flaws, that us the best part,  we accept each others flaws.
Respect for everyone here who votes on my poetry.
I am happy with people like you.
And the nice comments on here, on my works and on the works of others, I am proud to be part of this community.
And to anyone who send me kind private messages, you are the best.
Respect for everyone on here, first of all for being human beings.
Secondly because you being so wonderful.
Respect and thank you

Man with no future
seeks woman
with no past
for mutual oblivion.
Please send
your qualifications
on a blank postcard
addressed to nowhere.
We shall see
how things progress
from there.
  - mce

god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce

1445

Death is the supple Suitor
That wins at last—
It is a stealthy Wooing
Conducted first
By pallid innuendoes
And dim approach
But brave at last with Bugles
And a bisected Coach
It bears away in triumph
To Troth unknown
And Kindred as responsive
As Porcelain.