Love* can conquer all
But so can *war
So be careful
What you wish for

The little fur ball,
The one who is always excited to see me.
Running, Barking, Playing.

My little brown eyes,
The one who snuggles up to me when I'm sad.
Cuddling, Snuggling, Petting.

My little woof woof,
The one who barks at literally everything, but still makes me laugh.
Jumping, Rolling, Woofing

My pride and joy,
The little ball of fluff that stole my heart five years ago,
with his little woofs,
his sweet little face.

Even though the little nut is so much to handle,
He will forever and always will be,
*my baby

Green eyes, blue eyes
and some dark
stare upwards
sleepless, up and long,
looking on, reflecting
hopes and dreams,
emotion wheels fly up
like invisible chariots
of endless steams.

The full moon
listlessly looks down
illuminating all,
harboring secrets
of insomnia dreams.

It's a night of
countless eyes
locked on a moon
numerous visions
feasting one big truth:
Love of Life.

Daily ritual of waking up to check
Twitter
Facebook
Snapchat
Just to see if you're awake...
To see if you have been on your phone and still chosen not to contact me
Or even as much as read my messages..
Your read reciepts are still on ya know.

Again
Twitter
Facebook
Snapchat
Just to see what pictures you thought were worthy to post
Or what song lyric you felt possessed to type..
All while remaining unable to even send me a simple "hello"

Yet again,
Twitter
Facebook
Snapchat
I drive myself mad with this throughout the day
Just waiting...
hoping..
That I will cross your mind
That you will have a change of heart & decide to give me a piece of your time
But until then.. I will continue my daily ritual

Twitter
Facebook
Snapchat
Slowly but surely destroying myself with each & every click...

I woke up this morning and I was sad.
I’m not asking you to fix that,
I’m just asking that you love me until I’m happy again.
Then stay and love me until I’m sad again.
Over.
And over.
And over again.

The gentle touch
The sweet caress
Puts me at ease
I'm not under duress.

The look in your eyes
Tells me everything
I'm completely at ease
You have so much to bring.

I don't understand
This feeling
My heart and my head
Are simply reeling.

Our connection
Familiar yet new
Makes me crave more
I just need you.

I don't want this
To be in vain
Our synchronicity
Together will reign.

I can't wait
To hold you in my arms
Don't be gone long
I'll never do you harm.

You are the starlight
On my bank of snow,
The sunlight on my fields;
You make things grow.

You lead the way to
Another summertime;
A lovely day hike
Another hill to climb.

I am the skateboard
You are the wheels.
You are the orange
And I am the peel.

You are the fairy tale
That keeps coming true.
I am one of the children
That was raised in a shoe.

You were the diamond
And I was the rough.
You were the golden link
I was the frayed cuff.

You are the road signs
I am the lonely road.
You were the Frog Prince
I was the lowly toad.

You made today have
A possible tomorrow
And helped me stop
Wallowing in my sorrow.

Now I hear beautiful music
Instead of commercial jingles.
Is this what it feels like
To no longer be single?

I am the skateboard
You are the wheels.
You are the orange
And I am the peel.

Donald, what is wrong with you?
You’re really acting strange.
It’s like your mind has measles
Or bubonic plague or mange.
Something sick is going on
Down deep inside your mind.
It seems to make you stupid
As well as deaf to facts and blind.

Maybe sometime decades back
You might have made some sense
But we have watched a long time now
And it hasn’t happened since.
You don’t seem to be able to
Tell the facts from the lies.
You are getting stranger daily
We can see it in your eyes.

You always were a reprobate
A fact you couldn’t really hide.
Your responses were so obvious
We saw the truth you kept inside.
You looked down on women,
Looked at them as just toys.
You carefully referred to gays
As naughty twisted boys.

You never had much use for blacks
Except for menial kinds of labor.
You certainly didn’t want any of them
To end up as your neighbor.
And now you want control of
The Presidential nuclear codes.
Do you want to sell them off
To buy stuff to put up your nose?

No, Donald, you are sick as hell
And we’ll be glad when you are gone.
The rest of us have had enough
And think you should move on.
Maybe you can get a job
Playing high stakes liar’s poker.
That might fit a guy like you:
A dangerous and unfunny joker.