Problems are problems until solved
The *** of oil boils when it's hot
Never do the angels cry
Never do the angels fly
Wings are made out of clouds
So how come there is so many in the sky
Is the sun hot as it claims to be
Cause the space is freezing cold
More like your basement that never stays warm
Dreams and nightmares
A touching topic to our discussion
More like Heaven or Hell
Which is your only options
Pins and needles both are sharpen
Both thinking and knowing
Are totally two different corruptions
More like the eruption from a volcano
Attitudes can also be ignited
Like that flame that burns inside you
Only your mind can provide you

Girl, here we are
It is simply just us two
Holding each other tight
Underneath the moonlight
Sharing each other's company
As we feel the gentle breeze
You and I shine together
Loving each other deeply forever

I know it's late, but I'm
At home alone with
A couple of six-
Packs and a guitar and the
Love of my life just gave
That Old *******
Cancer the finger, so I'm

Drinking and playing and
Singing until my liver,
Fingertips and throat are
Bleeding
Since the radiation and
Chemo don't have to
Make her bleed any

More, and
I've got something to celebrate
Unlike anything I thought I
Ever would in a life that
I mistakenly thought of
As rich until
This.

I look out of my window at
Stars and a moon that
Pretend not to
Give a **** in their
Neutral shining and stuff,
And I'm less poet than lover.
I've got all night

For this evening.
It's mine, and like
All else that is: Hers.
I know she's with friends.
I know she laughs.
I hope she misses me less
Than I do her,

And just celebrates her
Beautiful new
Lily-like blossoming into
Deathlessness.
It's as alien to her
As Life to a
Newborn.

I fell in love with the soothsayers daughter
Her smile like stars and eyes like a promise
She took the chariot and put it in my pocket
and told me that her father had foretold me

And now I see her with the eyes of a newborn
Her hands on my heart like she knows what I'm thinking
I loved that she saw the worlds in all their glory
Her hair between my fingers and her breath in my ears

The things that I felt for the soothsayers daughter
are things you only know once and only if you're lucky
And so I cradle the chariot in my cold hands and ask her
if her father knows where dreamers go when they wake

I found,  long ago, to first say thank you very much,
when online or at a dinner table, to
keep my elbows down
and chew with my mouth closed.

To, if I find an ungnawable chunk of gristle
I can't swallow, discretely take a napkin
and put it to my mouth
say hey!
Who is that and point, as I spit it into

the napkin then go on, enjoying the cultured gathering,
sip , with a finger , a pinky pointed in the air,
my tea and never spill
hot liquids.
I learned all that

at the nudist camp

If I gave you a flower for every time
you made me smile in happiness.
A garden would blossom in the
corners of my heart, as psychedelic
aromas of loves essence danced in the air.

You are a thousand butterflies released
in my mind every time you smile.
I would catch everyone in a jar, a thousand
colours that would paint a rainbow on my mind.
Woven imagery of you blossoming in my heart.