You
   Oh god, you
     Every **** time I see you
       I get butterflies in my stomach
     Because of how beautiful
    And how kind and caring
   Of a person you are

     And when I look into your eyes
    I feel the warmth of comfort
   I wish I wouldn’t get so nervous
  Every single time you’re around
I lose the ability to speak
Because all I can think about,
                                                   is you...

I so badly want
  for there to be something between us
    So I can give you the love
      You most definitely deserve

All I wish for
is that maybe one day
   you’ll feel the same towards me

There is a weak genesis that strings me along each day,
I am looking for the strong one
That will break the morning's ice with exercise
That will learn about good investments and bad ones
And give to the self the gift of renaissance,
It is free,
Oh why are you even holding back?
You might be a little nervous, but

At the end, my hand
Nor my fingers trembled as
I grasped her pale neck.

A Montage of Homages:


I’m ever the devoted fool
Trusting dreams as love
I’m ever the stubborn child
Never repenting enough

I’m the lone wanderer of Nevsky Prospect
Trivial like the gadfly against the lofty sky
Overlooked as a dusty tattered Overcoat
Crushed like an ant beneath the Bronze Horseman

When the bright lingers beyond dusk
When the dark, at dawn, hesitant to depart
Am I ever awake through all of time
Or am I to sleep all white days and nights

All I am certain is, that
Only in dreams can we reunite
All I know is, that this
Is the Dreamer’s sole purpose of life




The Saint Petersburg Dreamer
Long for a love beyond common strive
Yet, only exists to slumber through life
To finally awake when the night is nigh

Upon the earth, he’s a mere dust
When the tide arrives, all will be lost

The Saint Petersburg Dreamer
You mustn't have noticed he’s still there
Upon each and every torn overcoat
Every patch resewn: his dreams and love