I wonder how long a **** will stink under the covers
Does ****-stink disappear
Or does it spend all night
Just lingering there

Once, there was a fisherman
Who didn’t think he was good enough.
So when he finally caught a fish,
He worried too much and fumbled around
Until he accidentally dropped it
Back into the sea.

The fisherman felt ashamed
That he couldn’t catch his first fish,
So he decided to never go fishing again;
He was full of doubt and regret.

Don’t be like the fisherman;
There are plenty more fish in the sea.

I want to hide in a place
that makes me feel comfortable
under the bluest waves,
isn't so sufferable.
What's hidden beneath them,
is the most stunning
these colors and beings
could never send me running.
With my eyes wide open,
I'd float forever
face down,
I'd sink into deeper waters.

A little discipline oughtta do you good,
Just like my father, when in the mood,
Would lay his problems down on me,
Gave scars that turned to poetry,

So I learned to take the damage well,
And in that time, I learned to spell,
So pain would not mean misery,
And It could hide in poetry

Every woman has a goddess w/in
who personifies intuition & some
times men have them too; I know,
freaked me out too but since that
unnerving discovery I have learned
that the term for it is the Anima &
it lives w/in us all so I think it more
accurate to say we live w/in it/her;
Demeter in winter & Persephone
in spring; mother in dreams, lover
in our fantasies & sister in reality

I have many
muses yet I'm only one
poet so I speak w/ many
voices but which one
is the truth