I made my girl a dress in white,
what she did, she kept it on all night.
She never took it off again, I'll say
I surely am a lucky man.

I strung around a messy gown,
not even once did I see a frown.
And she loves me, I am sure,
there is more our love can endure.

Starry skies, little white lies,
messy children, open forest,
in the bedding, around the waves,
meetings were restricted, feelings were evicted,
but our love held tight.

Exemplify the feelings shed
by contrasting true these hues
golden Red inside your head
And wind to only breathe in you

I love autumn too

lost,
adrift,
led astray,
just disappeared,
nowhere to be found,
slipped, down, between    
                                the cracks.
irretrievably, wayward.
gone... the way of flying pigs.
that qoundam, thought has
                     now...gone awry.

hacking the cloud
to paint the sky

- code in words
gets the color
down between the lines -

beneath the verse -
perfectly - poetically

- subversive.

r ~ 10/19/14

Everyday she takes on the mask.

She pretend to be something, just so she can fit in.

When she comes home, she takes of the mask in the mirror, and keep question herself about who she is.

If we weren't so judgemental we would have get too know so many souls, you cant even know.