Poetry is creating words that flow through fingertips and onto the paper as rivers do into the ocean.

All day alone.
Maybe crack the window
after lunch.
Burn a pipe and smile
in silence.
I know,
It's not that impressive.

But today I have a different idea
about what is progressive.
I feel the world has gone insanely
material possessive!
Even if you hear the edges of my syllables
and can't grasp the whole message.

Just know that I have found a haven's sanctuary.

My tongue is
       dripping
             with honey
     and gold,
        my voice is
   even sweeter
        and richer.






*Just imagine my lips.

All the things you do to me
You give me all your hurt
You fool around in front of me
Heartache I don't deserve

Was it something that I said?
Do you need to be restrained?
If it would help I'd tie you up
But, it would not improve a thing

A psychiatric ward would work
But, also rot your brain
I can't return all of your hurt
No one could handle this much pain

You're kooky with your nonsense
That drives me most insane
Yet, every time I see your face
I fall in love again

And I can't come down
I know I need it
But the Ritalin A won't do no no
The Ritalin A won't do

You gave me girlfriend and I thank you
Let me tell you she was pretty good to me
I want to tell you all this loving cost me something
But, really, was love ever free?

Oh, don't believe those ***** hippies
Not one word, because like you, they lied to me
But, I'm not judging, just a nudge then we're together
And let everything just be
Let everything just be

And I can't come down
I know I need it
But the Ritalin A won't do
No, the Ritalin A won't do

We'd make a million dollars on your actions
If you got paid what you're worth
And all your stinking playpen games please tell me
Are you through with me?
Are you through with me?
Because I'm still way too high on loving you

And I can't come down
I know I need it
But. the Ritalin A won't do no no no no
The Ritalin A won't do

So get your body over here
Because I can't come down
No, I can't come down
From a loving you

The skies trip,
As entire days sleep,
How to fulfill....
Such empty baggage?

Where are you?

Erase these moments,
Until the dust is gone....
But your scratches remain,
On my honour.