I hate what I am forced to see in the mirror,
day by endless day
Something with no real use,
to a large and cold world

Maybe I don't have the stomach to control my fate,
but there are days that I glance at the road,
and think to myself,
"What I wouldn't give
to be hit by a car"

I crave a hospital bed
Not in a mental asylum
(though I desperately need it)
but next to a heart monitor,
with only a single line

I am envious of the ones who escaped
The man found hanging by a noose
The woman passed out next to an empty bottle
How dare they leave,
when I am trapped here

I'm too young to feel this empty
Just let me leave a note,
and be done with it
No one will notice
No one will care,
so leave me be

Maybe the day I die,
will finally be the day I smile

Imagine your dreams as reality,
one who crafts and shapes how their life will be.
A smith with unlimited skill,
unmatched force inside,
called the strength of ones will.

You carry a charge within you,
A powder keg of potential dreams;
Don't let all these shadows dissuade you.
Light your fuse and burst life at the seams!

There's no need to rein in adventure,
not when the company's true.
Just be sure to take stock and measure,
the loyalty of those close to you.

The message that resonates deep,
that echos within each of our souls is
have courage -- live what you dream up.
No one else can achieve your heart's goals.

Climb into bed and...

Hearth embers of body heat circulate,
Tourists on self-guided walking tours,
Exploring the cabalistic eighteen chai holies of the
Human body, temple depository of spark divine.

Heat sparkles cross over the isthmus of Touching Toes,
Continental negotiators, swapping free heat for icicles,
2 X 10 interstitial connections, now land masses filled,
Global warming credit trading par excellence

Fingers, jew wandering, exiled to freedom,
Intertwined within soft-edged, graying sea grasses,
Coverlet over pounding chest,
Hands illegally mining tousled head hair,  
Nestling, nesting, without proper permits

Lick away the rumbling hoarseness
Coating a neighboring sleepy throat,
Gate crasher bringing surround-sound comfort,
Seeking to seal and still the groans,
Escaping prisoners of the ills of the wearied mind

Your favorite parts inspiring, demanding
Song, word, drawing or simple quenching,
Tonic of revival, an affirmation of self,
Existence proofs met through need

I write this for me, for her, for you.
Suckers for iron pyrite, most will skip this polemic,
What you don't know about me could be a
Hit show on prime time cable TV.

Like a cute commercial that makes you smile,
For a product you'll never buy,
I write this for me, for her, for anonymous you,
I am the voyager, you the ******.

Middle of the night envisioner,
Re-writer of The Gift of the Magi,^
If I die today, I leave this as my last
Will and Testament,
Just another love poem
You'll never read.

she sang a song on that spring day
twas bright and gay
her strains mirthful
were so joyful

her tune of delight did resound
o'er the playground
her jovial song
loud and so strong

those who heard her shining singing
found it thrilling
twas a treasure
that bought pleasure