so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"

Have you seen the moon?
Hidden by a cloud
it's missing

Missing what was ours
Truly it was never meant to be
Gone forever out among the stars
Whisked away, a vapour, just a dream

Have you seen my heart?
Melted by my tears
it's missing

Missing plans we made
When you took your love away from me
Overwhelmed by sorrow and dismay
Surely I will wane and fade away

Just like the moon

Death stands on my doorstep
but hes afraid to knock
He sees just what
I have endured
as I contest his spot
I test his spine, as he has mine
time and time again
he knows I do not wait in line
because hes become my friend
I have kept his company
which he did not expect
seems as if my disrespect
has gained respect of him
I've learned his secret long ago
and threw it to the wind
the good die young
the bad die old
indifference to sin.

Shattered glass merging
With crystal rains
Flowing colors through surging
Diamonds like perfect a quatrain

They say
that the real forbidden fruit in the bible,
wasn't actually an apple,
but a pomegranate...
which I can believe.
I takes an hour and twenty five minutes to eat one,
and they leave your mouth and fingers
all red and sticky.
Apples are a pretty tame snack in comparison,
makes you wonder what the moral of any story really is.

Did you hear the news?
Someone hijacked HP.

Looking like a *******,
And repeating these same words everyday
Was not enough.
It was never enough.
I am not enough.
I will never be enough.
Hurting others
To try and put a smile on your face.
Rejecting all else...
Not enough...
My style of worship isn't appreciated..
Not enough.
Never enough.
Ever enough?
Never enough

Primative man, pre written word had it easy,
When it came to wooing a woman,
It was as easy as
Lugging a 150 lb log
A few miles,
Fending off a pack of wolves with a stick and a torch,
All so your Cro-Magnon flower could have something to sit on,
To keep off the cold cave floor,
While she weaves baskets, and cures skins.
The simple song,
Or the rabbit pelt and the shiny stone
Have devalued, since the arrival of currency.
But a poem,
Masterfully crafted,
Is a currency all its own.
The value of which is determined,
Not by the poet...
But by the reader.

I can't put my hands on you
And shake you till you believe me...
So if my words don't mean **** to you,
Then fine then.
Go have fun with your girlfriends.
It's your loss.
I was alone before you,
And I'm ******* stronger than you think.