So it's been 3 months here,
I still don't have all my gear.
But through all our lovin',
I've put a bun in Alice's oven.
We don't know how long ago,
Just that she is late on her flow.
We did a pregnancy test,
And the news came back the best.
So we tried 2 more,
Each time my jaw hit the floor.
All I know now is she is my one,
And it's time to start the fun.
So as poetfreak dies,
And everyone cries,
I let out tears of joy,
With a smile most coy.

It's a long long time,  
This Poet in me, been sleeping,
A real gem, lives within,
Finally got awaken,
After this heart,
Of mine bled and broken.
Now it's narrating,
That a Poet takes over,
And is my new lover.
Fervor is her pen,
To put those words penned.

I see you
          falling
               through
                   the purple air
                       eyes bulging              
                          teeth showing
                              like a blind, hungry tiger
                                      without a sun to guide
                                             without a son to follow
                                                  without day or night
                                                       to know the alligators
                                                        on the black river
                                                       in the jungle
                                                   where the russet snakes
                                                  wrap themselves
                                                 around your mind
                                              squeezing seeds from it
                                                      
I see you falling from
     the emerald tree, first
           clinging sanguinely
               then giving in to wind
                     and gravity, toppling
                      dropping like ripe fruit
                    splitting open spilling
                   your tawny seeds sharing
                your succulent flesh, flesh
               which feeds succeeding
             trees, trees where you can

sit to watch
             the tiger
                   and
                      the
                      alligator
                        struggle
                           struggle for
                              a place to be
                                     before they fall
                                          through
                                             the purple air
                                                air that forces
                                                 out the seeds
                                           seeds spewed
                                       on the green
                                    granite mountain
                                under the sizzling
                              saffron sun.

The truth about love
Is that there is no truth
Love is a chemical imbalance in the head
It doesn't last and always leaves depression in it's wake

beautiful
deep
purtruding
marks
****
pain
past
anguish
memories
r­oadmaps
bodies
skin
human

He said "Yes"
I said "Okay."
But I really wasn't listening
to what he had to say
I was looking through the past
with yellow tinted lenses
When you have been driven out
they don't let you sneak back in

So we will build a green bricked wall
that smells just like money
After all this is the land
of milk and honey

After a long lifetime
I'm sure it broke his heart
to see the promised land
from the mountain top
The new land lay before him
But his time had come to part

Forty years with cloud by day
A pillar of fire at night
Jesus spent his forty days
in the desert wondering about .

Satan took Him to his mountain top
Promised him the world
"No thank you Satan
I'll give Heaven now that whirl ."

You see it was Jesus that said "Yes"
When I uttered that "okay"
He looked at me and then he said
"I see you have a lot to learn
before you come back home one day."