You sing and call so sweetly,
Summoning me closer,
Into the folds of your arms.
The shadows of your bent head,
Tucked down close to mine,
Reflecting a comfort and safety
That I’ve never felt before.

The voice of the night is soft,
Welcoming, in a way
That you could never be.
And I love her, deeply,
But she could never be the night.
She is not you.

an early morning riser
gets the worms.
the saying goes,
or is it more like:
worries she burns?

Where once my dreams
Were filled with stars,
A need
Surpassing desire,
But as you set
Your gaze upon me,
I found
No need for them
At all.

Attracted to the broken
Like myself
I yearn to be fixed
To make amends
To feel once again
To wake up to my favorite person at my side
It’s not in the cards for me
And it wasn’t for you
So broken
No matter the repairs
I’ll never feel like new
Find me in a thrift store
Along with the other gems
Marked down due to being used

I think we are past the warming up stage
Things have heated up,
And going to the extremes
The cooking has begun and we still chopping down ingredients
If we dont stir down this heat we going into deep fry
Cooling off is for meta the dish is done
All this heat from the fires , we about to have coal for breakfast
All we doing is demonstrations,
And talking about demonstrations
While the globe is riding on a wave of heat sweatlessly
Using resources to budget for ourselves,
While we are economising on economies of scale for the planet

And they revenge is best served cold

You dont quit until you quit life,
You dont call it quits,
You dont call it at all
You just drop the line dead
Noone knows the deadline,
So be your own lifeline

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss