She is my friend
Yes I'd like to hold her closely

I massage her back tenderly
In the most respectful
And loving way

She is a poetry goddess

In an ideal world

I would like to dedicate myself
To her happiness

This would mean making her
Fruit smoothies everyday

And letting her know
Everything will be okay

set out on your journey
leave the familiar behind
and know darkness is light

sweet and sour in equal measure
one keeps in mind the beauty of creation
the other stops you from being attached

it still
       hurts but
                   it doesn't
                               **** me
                                         anymore.

You're long overdue,
as if you ever knew the time,
time for you meant something to do,
somewhere to go,
but not something to be.

Is it goodness and mercy?
oh mercy it's not,
the bubble you sit in
is the one that will pop, but
it bothers me that what I see are
the rip-off merchants
collecting kudos for even bigger
flim-flam, ten cent men,
for the
cheats
and the deadbeats,
the tax dodgers,
those who make and won't pay, those
who make and just take it away,
the fraudsters
who love to lord it and
I'm really getting bored with it.

For you there's a reckoning due
and not before time.

something I could not define
my darkest dreams are flat lines
and is this what I have been?
to forget it all before I begin?
the stars of the midnight sky
a light so bone dry
touched on my ghostly skin
to close my eyes