sometimes i just don’t think
my eyes go glassy in the time of a blink
and i just write instead of seeing a shrink
i type instead of getting another drink

all poetry is kind of stupid if you think about it
but right now, i am beyond out of it
but who gets to decide what rhymes with what?
who decides what words make the cut?

frankly i’m writing this at zero sleep
and i will probably delete this later
and if i even hear a single thought or a bleep
i will deem the entire world a traitor

Does love only happen to the lucky ones,
or is it instead the tricks of the world that conspire within.
Can one be fully happy where there is love
or does love do like the wind
which continues to blow on end
Because with out it how can there be a beginning
as many Christians we know the beginning and the end
Genesis 1&2
But in this world so few can ever know the feeling...
the feeling of love; real, pure, true love
So its only true to ask does love only happens to the lonely ones.

~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity

Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity

It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere

Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite

Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face
~

Like in one of them fantasy movies
The hero draws the sword of power
To emphasise it's pureness
They make it ring
For half an hour

You try to be concise
To scallop metaphor
Cut back on the floweriness
Let sweet simplicity pour

But you think
The point's unmade
Your thoughts lay unleavened
Just one more verse my friend
What was that?
Six
Or
Seven?

If you've been dealt a bad hand
Perhaps the game you play's
Unsuited
Peruse God's grand casino
Find a chair that fits
Get rooted.

Am I real,
Are you real,
Are we real,
Is it real,

Can I feel?
Do you feel?
Can we feel?
Does it feel?

Is the sky really sunny?
Is the water really running?
Is the wind really whistling?
Is the sun really blistering?

Are we products
Of a conduct
That relinquishers
Are fond of,

Are we subjects
To a subject
Where the solution
Is reject,

Are we fools
To a tool
That doesn’t know
It’s being used,

Are we falling
For a faux
That’s already been
Exposed,

And do we really know

What’s real?

When we came to know
what we wanted not
that would be a moment
of truth-  wisdom we'd have got!

...but love is not reason
    most of it is imagination