to love and to kiss you on your delicate cloud felt lips
to sway to a winehouse ballroom and to guide your daring hips
to have you by my side and wait until our eyes collide
becuase you my angel will always be my day and my heartfelt guide

to paint and to sing
to rinse away my sorrows
to love you and your name on my tongue i may borrow
to rest in a slumber withheld in a hollow
brush strokes paint an image that i may love
brush strokes paint an image that may take me whole
and with every stroke i see you more clearly
with every oil bristled river i may cherish you more dearly
to a miss who may paint a picture
to my love and her brush strokes
this canvas will always be open to you and your every quote.

she snuggles next to me
always inflames my nostrils with that scent of over so whelming freshness
she is the car freshener which makes me admire long country side drives
she keeps saying hello...oh so beautiful and kind
i don't want to share
i'm a selfish *****
but she is not mine for the taking
she is a gift and i was lucky enough to unlace the first scarlet ribbon

i kinda just want it to end
any good methods?
any one know a route off this highway?
my tire is flat and screeching against asphalt
engine is puffing and spewing out oil against the head bolts
i'm lacking compression but it's building up in my chest
so pierce my pressure point
so i can contest to this blade metalically dressed

does anyone know an easy way out?
because it's hurting and i'm decaying
its hard living when
when the joy is not around
and chilling means freezing out emotions to
subtle my tones
at this point i'd rather be chipped away as stone

finito

these days ****
you were the ******* part
i loved feeling like ****

let me go
let me be free
amnesia can't be that bad

i'm training
blood staining
body engraving
organs paining
and all you wanted was to see a smile
walk 200 billboards worth of repelling miles
worse than grocery spills
no clean up in aisle 4
and this clean up is for you

ddd

said and done .... *****

my dic k banged you

irony and tyranny
ironic isn't is how photographers say don't forget to smile in photos when they hate their job

funny isn't is when a comedian jokes a bout a car accident on the 401 but the audience's daughter died apart of it

silly isn't it how dentist who make great money have just as great a suicide rate

crazy isn't it how I write immense poems but read as negligible amount

odd isn't it how aunt susanne would sow sweaters but had no children

aunt susanne was at the comedy show a week after her daughter died on the 401, each sweater sown would be the same size as sally would have been that year .

she loved sally .

i hate that girl
she's the flower who i sacrificed all my drinking water for
she's the sun so welcoming i could not stop staring until i became blind
she's the song that overplayed on my record and i lost track of my music library
she is the innocence i could not see tragedy in
she is a friend but i am no ally
i love that girl
i lovED her

******* assbitch :)

Ever feel your stomach churn and realize
Crocodiles eat my insides
Devour my organs tooth,  ink jetted pen stabbed in a notebook scarred, by tooth
I shake too much to drive , I change lanes all the time without a signal because I never got one from you
Pavement feels like I'm off terrain  
The afterlife is now just something I call life ,
At least here no one lies but buried beneath we all lie

Did you ever care or would you just yell at my departure that great **** of a man didn't even have the manners to say bye.

your eyes burn
holes in me
i'm not willing to mend them
but i will fight back and love
you with a fire just as deep

you truly are the stupidest *****....nonono that would be too easy

******* ******* born with a mental brain deteriorating disease

a grashopper with no legs would be more competent than you with hopping through trees

trisomy of the 21st chromosome seems ordinary to you

you are pretty .....******* stupid hahah lol jk

you are beautiful but ******* grow some ***** and make some intelligent calls

so a ******* ****** prepubescent man child does not drive you up the wall

you're willing to get abused in a trade off so you do not cut him loose

every second you carry on you already lost

as every second cotinues to count you are a lost cause

when it comes to my mind
i'll know what to write
but for now i dont
just because
put me under pressure
and i'll sneeze for you
bless you
don't be sick
the end

sometimes i think i'll die by my self alone
set stone change to a faded pigment tone
uncover my archaic aged bones
for when you find me know i died alone

sometimes i'll be forever mute
the robber stole but i couldn't yell "HE HAS THE LOOT!"
my voice is buried at the bottom of this chute
one day i will sing

one day
two days
three and counting

the days i miss you

my miss you are

my mountain
and cry me a river
so i'll swim in it until morning

for you i'll forever swim alone

swirling lollipops in the grasp of my lover's hand
the way you love so seductively your tongue should be labeled as contraband
as i sift my hand through your sunshine blonde hair like galling granules of sand
it is you who i cherish
you who i hold so dearly
you who i caress in the palm of my hand

travel to atlantic city
with you around the world my missy
for i know you would surely miss me
but in a crowd  you stnad out i could never miss thee

i love your smile i love your breath i love the way your dress connects
to my drifting hand and your nightingale lace
with you time stands still it's a never ending
race

*****
***** x2
***** x3
******

i slither down you gorge guided crevice
the walls ache
stalactites clash into still river trickled streams
sunken treasures deep in your bay
gold for generations to ***

my sour stomach
my sweetheart

my nurturing heartache
and my revolting larvae wardrobed butterflies
lifeline impart

spiderweb lungs and a heartbeat which ticks
ticks
tricks

i skipped a beat for you
and i skipped every last one after you left

you left me free
because my past died when you perplexed

with a million to choose from
my sweetheart i'd always select

i'm ready to write and then i read another poem and i dont' give a ****

trimming the hedges , just go straight for the roots

carved axes etches blade like fingerprints in raw unprocessed paper pages

pages me and this blackberry has died

no water has been poured and a concrete slab has smushed it as a thumb pushing through the fine...

i don't need help
i need greed
to keep myself sustained at peace, balanced on this tight rope
(someone's neck is balanced by this tight rope)
i don't need to fall into my warm foam like cushion
just let the confetti glitter and sparkle, spritz out
let me look in awe
awesome
awful
off in disbelief

in you i see stars
i see rage brought upon by a banishing black hole

in you i see the milky way
the rings of saturn i propose to your fingers
and my asteroid belt which comes undone this evening
meteor showers i scatter upon your eyes

but you are the andromeda
a galaxy distant from mankind
one we study yet one which is pulled away from our eyesight
you are awaited discovery and display awe

i began to know you as red giant, free and strong
but now you become a white dwarf in my eyes
just awaiting to be pulverized into a heap of a meltdown
with the possibility
of lighting up and giving us the glimpse
of
andromeda

don't give a ****

don't fall in love

don't be kind

back the *******

stop trading your life for theirs

don't fall head over heels for them

don't go on joy rides around the city

don't give them your time of day, i'd give them every second

stop waiting for them

stop asking them out

**** off all relation

don't be the ***** of the relationship

i like pudding pops,
stopped by the cops until people drop from bottom to top
hip hop the land of the shops where people roam around in lofts
laura croft
laura secord
charlie sheen on ramblin notes
chocolate
pocket book take another look at the missing pages where the cover ages
spells of sages used against friendly wages and devious mages
turn the pages
page 1
page 2
page 3
page 4
too many galore for

the question is not how much poetry i can write about you?

the question is how much poetry may i write about you!

because i can write scriptures to fill libraries until shelves are stacked upon shelves

caring *****
i don't care about your ****** opinions
throw them in the trash can with the crumpled paper ***** and the tarnished banana peel
waste disposal
go get it

oh baby
ya maybe
hide me away under your swade blanket -- shady
cut me out just like my first lady
divorce witchery of all sorts
sign the papers
mmmm taste the video tapers
staplers

honk honk

your mouth looks real good wrapped around my *****

help me i need your help
but asking for it these days is when i feel
helpless

bend her over and stick your **** in real nice

you know that high frequency pitch you hear when you think electronics are on the fritz

it ain't

it just me ****** my girl real nice

pinch me
squeeze my cheeks
notify me that i'm not dreaming
dig your nails deep into my knitted textured pores
pour my arterial creations into your donation cup
this charity is based off a blood drive
and your driving my blood all the way down
a waterfall
with jagged rocks awaiting a chance to repaint and give my face
a makeover

but this makeover will make me want to turn over forever....away from everyone

now that's how you get some peace of mind

my heart hurts
my head migraines like a dualshock ps4 controller rumbling on a drive train

my heart hurts , i feel empty
but knowing she is there
to hear her voice everything is a little bit better

when frost bite chomps
knowing a warm blanket awaits makes it a little bit better

when my long lost pet engulfed in an apartment fire
seeing claw marks on my hardwood floor make it a little bit better

when a black eye from a fist fight swells
knowing i stood up for a cause makes it a little bit better

just to hear you voice makes life
makes this chest consumption
a little.
bit.
better.

Your eyes so eager as they warm up my soul
Your love so tender
Your smile which pulses its way into my entity
I feel normal again
You are a gift
Love