Exciting in its complexity
and when it hits you
its simplicity astounds you
when all around you
people search their
whole lives long
for that
one song
and the heart already knows it

and you'll know it too when,
A:
it
reverberates
B:
it
concentrates your mind
and
C:
you will find
it in all its complexity yet full of simplicity
totally as if poetically
the waves will crash against your shore
and
what more could we ask for?

What I'd really like to do right now is kiss you really intensely
With a lot of feeling
Drops of emotion will condense like dew on your skin, iridescent magenta
Maybe every kiss will seep into you and radiate pink, until we're both glowing
Maybe you'll get goosebumps even though my hands are warm and I'll trace love letters across your skin
We'll blend together until you can't tell where you end and I begin, for a split second, we'll have the same sighs, the same laughs, the same eyes that see the same things
Something otherworldly, I feel otherworldly sometimes when I'm with you
You sometimes break the world when I'm with you, so we exist is some other place
Some other world that can handle the gravity of your kisses

It used to be nothing but music
Day in day out melody
Now I begin to hear a news caster droning on
Through the holes in the music
The music of childhood
I dread the day I can no longer drown out the world
The day when instead the world drowns out me.

I am a ragdoll cat.
Docile and placid, I bend
to your touch, my silky fur invites
your inquisitive fingers.

Easy come, easy go.
My claws are only for show.
Bred for affection, I'm
the perfect pet. I'll follow you
wherever you go.

But the thing about ragdoll cats is
when danger is near, we do not know.
We see predators the same as friends
because it's in our nature
to go with the flow.

Too many times, I've been ripped to shreds,
been tossed around and thrown
to the wolves.
When I land on my feet and lick my wounds,
I go right back to being a ragdoll.

Sometimes I'd like to think I'm sane
when I know were all so crazy
I like to think that you'd say yes
while lots of others gave me maybe
some days I dream of ways to fly
instead of always crawling
sometimes I think of how the morning stars would make a pretty grave
but most of the days I'm dreaming of your face to block this ceiling
I'm tired of looking at the paint and feeling cold sheets
Be with me please
You're all that I need.

Poetry  is  the

    cosmic

song for human being

and it make cool down

no fire can warm it.