I wonder what the chances be
That he has never noticed me
Slim, really
And yet, here I still be
Waving my arms so vigorously
He need not acknowledge that he see
These poems aren’t only for him
They’re also for me
And I share them to he
So he can see how beautiful I think he be

Does the bee know it will die
Before the sting
Or does it’s act of anger
Cause a surprise reckoning?

You describe yourself
In impossible ways
Your skin is lumenous
Your heart is golden
Your eyes are radient
I'm thinking you should stay away From metal detectors

I beg like a ***
For a token or dime
I spend all of my time
On this lonely street
Freezing to death
While you hoard the heat
And just like the typical
One who drives by
You avoid my eye
So you don’t have to see
The hungry
Me
There’s thousands of bums on the street
And you can’t give them all a thing to eat
Least of all

Me

I suppose it’s a ****** for me
That you’re still
The most beautiful human being
I’ve ever seen
And maybe it’s a blessing
The ugly parts
Frailty really
And yet you’re still so beautiful to me
As imperfect as you be

Sometimes
I love a poem
So I set it free
And nobody else
Likes it but me
It brings me confusion
What am I doing?
And why is it that no one sees?

The beloved invisible poems
Must be
Only meant for me

Poetry
For me
Is loving words and their fluidity
I can say the same thing
In ten different ways
Make up new words
Go into a craze
As long as it’s something
Others might feel
Those beloved words become real

It might be that
He is too big for me
With
All of that pure energy
And beautiful personality
But I am a woman
Mired in greed
Aspirations bigger than
My ability
I’d rise, though
And grow
To be
Better than I could have believed
And I’ll still do that
Anyway
Regardless of what
He takes or leaves

She was a demon
Full of sins
According to those who go by the book
But that witchy woman
Was a saint
To people who knew how to look

My daughter is so much more
Beautiful than me
And she looks like her father
Poetic
In it’s way
For me to be able to say

I dreamed that I could fly
I felt so free
YAY!  Yippi Kai!  
And somewhere in my brain
I said
“I can’t be flying.  I must be dreaming or dead.”  
And then, I started to lose altitude
I could no longer soar
Slowly descended to the ground
And I could fly no more
Apparently, my dreams are pretty rude
And I wanted to have an attitude
Till to myself, I said
“Girl you big dummy fool.
Be happy you’re not dead.”

Moving forward often means
Excommunication
From something or other
Or someone
Attached to an idea
Or habit
Worse often comes in disguise as better
The healthiest way
Is rarely the most exciting
Or the easiest

Strangers in a crowd
Eyes to smiles
What if?
Or best if not
Not a nothing
Between strangers in a crowd

You are my biggest "fan"
You seem to love my poetry
And since you're so amazing
I like what that says about me

I am the over-editor
Afraid of change
I am the easy going
As long as it’s same
I am the pretender
I’m not insane
With the zillions of bits
Running around in my brain

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Hey, farmer, farmer, put away your DDT
I don't care about spots on my apples
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door sway
And a big yellow taxi took my girl away
Now, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Hey, now, now, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
Why not? They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Hey, hey, hey, paved paradise to put up a parking lot
I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it?
Why you wanna give it all away? Hey, hey, hey
Now you wanna give it, ah, she wanna give it
'Cause she's giving it all away, now, now
I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it?
Why you wanna give it all away?
'Cause you're giving it all, giving it all away, yeah, yeah

Desperation dripping
Something is crippling
Obvious to see
We may not know what they are
But issues a-plenty
You can choose to ignore them
You still look good in a
Bikini

If God really liked humans best
We would be able to fly
Yeah, we’ve got these incredible brains
But God clearly loves birds more than you or I

Random bird outside
Amidst the chatter
Sings a glorious song
No other bird
Could’ve sung along

You punish me
Unintentionally
Make me believe you do not care to see
Me
Allow me to walk down this path
Alone
Won’t even throw me a **** bone
Letting me wonder what do you see
Or if you even notice me
Effort and honesty
I present to thee
And you present to me
Empty
I do not know what to perceive
Am I getting on your nerves?
Do you wish I would just leave?
Stop stirring things up unnecessarily?
Throwing flailing, foul curves?
Taking you through uncomfortable swerves
I set myself up for this punishment
So now I can’t complain
But here I am
*******
And I probably will be
Again

I judge people for little things
And I judge myself for this
I can be a nasty *****
I am working on it

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird, fly
Blackbird, fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird, fly
Blackbird, fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackout
From you
I know you don’t do it on purpose
And maybe you don’t know I notice
You have no idea
How your presence effects me
And your absence too
I prefer it that way
There are no reins on you

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmie Rodgers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Up in Memphis, the music's like a heatwave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of every schoolgirl
"Love Me Tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Every word of every song that he sang was for you
In a flash, he was gone, it happened so soon
What could you do?
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
If you please
If you please
If you please

Black velveteen
Simple and clean
Oh what a bad machine
Black velveteen
Supple and plain
The 21st century dream
Ready to please
Free from disease
She's waiting on her knees
It's not a sin
Titanium skin
Just take her for a spin
Black velveteen
Simple and clean
Oh what a bad machine
Black velveteen
Supple and plain
The 21st century dream
Nice piece of kit
Electronic ****
Just sit down for a fit
Ready to trip
A guarantee hit
She's all you ever wished
Black velveteen don't give a **** she'll do dishes
Black velveteen knows all the night spots in France
Black velveteen's cat smells like strawberry kittens
Black velveteen always is ready to dance
She's ready to
Black velveteen
Simple and clean
Oh what a bad machine
Black velveteen
Supple and plain
The 21st century dream

It could potentially be
A sickness
Maybe
Look at all this
Bleed
Senselessly
The only benificiary
Me
I could be draining  you
Selfishly
Just to make this poetry
Creating for attention
Pushed upon you
About you, too
Then
Pressure
On what I want you to do
Guilt trips, too
Placed permissionlessly
You have never encouraged me
Here I be
Stubbornly
Or a sickness
Maybe
Either way
You are the innocent party
Getting bled on publicly

You probably hear it
Often, and over again
How special you are
True, and deep, and aware
You make me see things
That never before were there
Thank you for the vision
Increase my field of view
The sight not otherwise seen
Except through knowing you

My weakness is people who feel sorry for themselves
I don’t like to see it in me
Thus
It annoys me in others
I also dislike those
Who don’t appreciate their blessings
Particularly
When they are particularly
Blessed
The particularity
Of it all
Blessings are not overly
Particular
About who they visit

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
-     -     -
Madman drummers bummers
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feelin’ kinda older
I tripped the merry go round
With this very unpleasin’
Sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground!

The chain of events
Sometimes unpredictable
But often not
You knew what your actions were leading to
It’s no surprise to anyone what you got
That doesn’t mean we don’t wish it went down differently
But when you keep your eyes closed
Don’t expect us to feel sorry that you cannot see

You jumped to conclusions
And landed in delusions
And there you stay
Sinking in deep
I don’t think you’ve even
Accepted the **** your standing in
You don’t look before
Or after
You leap

Mister
I'm not sure how you don't
Appreciate
The wonderful wacky
Being that is me
I suppose I could try harder
But it's not my fault that
You can't see

The thing about you
I wish I knew
Are you content
Or are you intimidated
By your own sense of worth
Value
Which can never be properly viewed
By you

Happy poetry
Cannot be
What you don’t wanna see

Wake up, Boo
I wanna tickle your brain
Tease it and please it
Til you feel insane
And give in to
The madness
With gentle refrain
Bliss can be true
If you let the madness
Encompass you
What other option
When only a dream will do

He has blocked me
Probably permanently
I deserved it, too
The awkward part is
I keep talking to him
And it will continually be
Something he never knew

I ask him for what I want
And he will not comply
That’s what I get
For falling for such a hard headed guy

My crazy is harmless
To everyone, but me
I don’t usually suffer
But I always bleed

I thought
By writing poetry
I'd be using words like iridescent
Or inevitability
But I'm just a blue collar girl
So I use glow
Or surely
To portray the same words
Less glamorously

All that **** wrong with you
Well, I see that too
What’s a girl supposed to do
When she sees the blue
And somehow
It’s the perfect hue

I should be embarrassed
Standing here naked
For all to see
But nobody is paying
Any attention to me
So here I post
Determinedly
Someday
Someone will see
Whoever it be
The right one for me
Will
Tie me up
While setting me free

You know when you get the perfect boogar
Long and wet
Pulling it through
Tickles your nose to your brain
That's you
Until I realize there's a huge issue
Because I don't have access to a tissue
Yeah, it felt great at first
But figuring where to wipe you off is
The worst.

I’ve
Started a poem
Then picked a boogar
On a two year old
It could have been an interesting poem
But the boogar was more important
And maybe it boils down to
A boogar on a two year old
Few more things are more pressing
Than a boogar on a two year old

One day
He will notice
You just wait and see
How he notices me
So boombasstickly

I think you're gorgeous
So if I know you're interested
In something
I try to take interest, too
But why can't you just be
Easy
And be interested in
Interesting stuff?
Business, finance, math
And such
I can't possibly crush on somebody
That much

Failure is certainly an option
In fact, it’s probably how it will be
If I ever admit
I’ll no longer compete
As long as I keep trying
I haven’t really lost
And so
Here I am
Not winning like a boss

I was born in Massachusetts
But you put the Boston in me
Adventures by land and by sea
You’ve been gone a while
But the Boston in me
Will always be

Unimpressed
As she was
By all the things
He had commonly
Stood out about
He rose higher
And stood out more
Many an otherwise
Unremarkable
Unimpressed girl
Brought about
Genius
In some bozo on the bus
Still on for the stop
Anonymously
The spark which started the fire in he

This must be what awe feels like

The thought of you makes me sneeze
It’s not that I’m allergic
It’s because my brain is having an
******