I have nothing but thorns, when I would have laid rose petals at your door.

Never too busy to think about you
Never too busy to want you
Never to busy to Jill off to your memory
But far too busy
To write poems about it

Why do You Hate Me

Why do You Hate Me
I am your Neighbor
I so much could be a Friend
To love another is kind

I want Peace to Rule
You want so much hate
Hate gets more hate
Love gets you Peace

When you make others fear you
You just make it worse
I want better for all
So Hate must fall

Remove that which hurts us all
Let Humans rule Humans
Be kind and love this world
Blow the wind of Change

Undo the shackles of hate
Spread your wings of freedom
Change our fate
Before it is To Late

Page not found
No longer around

Page has moved
You’re still here?

The past disappears
One page then two

Manuscripts decay
The web dissolves

Dragging along our poor failed selves
entering the perfection of love-

slowly the fire burns the dross
as we suffer loves consuming fidelity.

I had my first dream last night that you weren't in.
not even a minor character,
your ****** name wasn't even in the credits,
let alone plastered across the sky in flashing lights
like you want it to be.
my first reality that you didn't belong in,
and it was the most blissful peace that I can remember since we bathed in pools of cloud.

I heard the first song that didn't make me think of you yesterday.
the lyrics, for once, were just lyrics,
not an embodiment of you and the things you do.
guess what?
it was coldplay.
you always hated coldplay.

this morning, I basked in the sun and didn't picture you coated in gold light beside me.
I didn't look at the leaves adorning the trees and picture your face laughing beneath it.

I didn't trace the plate lines of my palm and imagine the earthquake we used to create when yours collided with mine.

I didn't eat new food that I wanted you to try and I didn't want to share the smallest details of my day with you.

you may have won this poem, loverboy,
but don't be too triumphant.
your victory won't last long.
it's the era of my new beginnings without you and I'm going to be just fine.

Notion to notion
World's away from it's summation
Till a shape of destiny show's
Here and now, the voice of indication

Paces with a stare...
Reason's behind the wall of sound
Places we know can, but took too seriously?
Where has a meant season, saved art allowed?

With the dance of harmony, we foretell as a body's key
The tooth we know, looking for devotion
The truth we owe, for out a sincere oddity
The tendency we go, with once in motion

Meticulous, the voice we hear
Time in its round about, turn with patience
Of the common prowess, to fulfil a world
Saying to us and them, do thoughts age?