I left the horizons
  for fear I would miss
    the evening stars set there
      so if your horizon sinks
        to the abyss
          mine are all here for us both to share.

I captured the starlight
  to jewel my eyes
    and dazzle the folks who'd see,
      but should your eyes tire
        of empty skies
          I'll glitter them fain with stars for thee.

oh to believe in faeries
the tales they spin
delicately crafted from whimsy in a firelight dream state
smudging history across pages that age as soon as the ink dries
making light of fallen natures
embedding them in predictable formats
mining the torment of dark minds
laughing at torture
giving deviance form
is this your literary influence
the study in deceit upon which you model
threats are now negotiations
violence has morphed into a minor disagreement
trashing a life is a misunderstanding
in keeping with the theme, that wart on your nose
no, it is bigger than you think
and the carbuncles
still obvious by candlelight
and people will notice


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Cné
In my most desperate need
seek out a bush by a tree
rewarded with a rash on my rear end
relieving, with a squat, by poison ivy

No thank you, I will take a chance
in hopes of saving my ***
and hold it until I just can't
and avoiding a nasty rash
even if it means ....
I will possibly *** my pants

Temporal Fugue
*** the least of your worries
as your bladder will expand
making you make decisions
not all that good, or planned

So make your place
and keep your wits
bear, what you can stand
drop your drawers and hold your ****
and ***, as god, demands

We live in such a material age.
Where people get excluded because of the pieces of cloth they wear
Where peoples’ state of living relies on little rectangular pieces of paper
The bigger the number the better they fare

Where these tiny little numbers on a scale that people care about so much
Change the reflection that appears in the mirror
And the way that other people see them
Even though personality is so much dearer

And everyone’s obsessed
With everyone else’s’ lives
To distract them from their own problems
Even though when you return they stab you like knives

And if you really think
Wonder, ponder and contemplate
You realise this won’t matter when you die
You’ll have a clean slate

It won’t matter what car you drove
Or the clothes and people and places you adorned yourself with
So why worry now while you have a life to live?!
The promise you’ll make to yourself will appear herewith;

You’ll run and jump and touch the sky
Stare at the stars as the cars go by
And love and laugh until you cry
Live until the day you die