Divergent gabor patches,
now go and find the snake.
I bet you'll never search
as much as I did.

I know you will never
understand how a simple snake
kan raise the stakes.
When they search it never takes
that long before they break.

And when you think the line is done,
there is yet another patch
to make you reconsider.

You want two cellphones with
different functions, and a clock
that doesn't work.

A tessellating, complementary work
of art but you're glad with what
you have. Someone to talk to over pizza.
And another over some wine.

It's never what it seems when you're
insecure, always inconsistent.
And a clock that doesn't work.

Who draws the lines and why do
they put them there?

We all do, because we always have.

Whenever she speaks I can't
help to be amazed, by whatever
it is that she just phrased. Clever
in words and clever with timing.

Climbing higher every sentence,
further every word
and there is no clue of her intentions.
Not a purpose I have heard.

In doubt I put things in perspective
and I realize that doubting was
unnecessary.  I am no detective
collecting everything she does.

I wish I was able though,
to do so,
and be a fitting other side
for whom she has nothing to hide.

He misses being in love
nothing else to think of,
******* in the ropes of affection,
he mops the lost perfection
of the girl he once adored.

Floating foam like memories,
your eyes they roam,
the rest is perfectly still.
A breeze, so chill,
your breath,
focus, inhale, exhale,
hands and feet are pale.
The melody lingers in the back,
the tension is a code to crack.

It requires skill to feel,
deeply, real, carefully
open the seal, reel
off. Off course and sail
away from todays tale,
like foam, floating, like memories.

I sat there, for ages it seemed
waiting for my punishment to end,
to be redeemed.

My torturer is only doing the job
she was given. She tries to send
forgiveness to the angry mob.
In heart a word has risen.

You may leave this wooden prison
if you promise you'll never sob
again when your king hits
his queen or when she is abused.

But I refused.
Now here I sits.

The worst leader of this decade
has lead the worlds will to fade
to rise above the will to grow.
Lower the bridge and let them bestow
upon you the way of reason.

The people fear their mighty leader
the anti-hero of a nation, the feeder
of their children. But they're wrong,
he should be stripped of power.
Where all see he too is wrong, no
one dares to tell him so.

And they fell in demise
for being too wise
and lacking the skill
of understanding social thrill.