There are earthquakes
And landslides
There are floods
And hurricanes
There are car crashes
And forest fires

And then there's us

You always make me do this, you know?
I don’t ever give a **** if anyone responds to me,
but whenever you stop talking to me I get so frustrated.
It’s like I have to remind you of my presence,
Everyone else remembers me with vivid clarity.
But you don’t,
It’s like you’re looking at me through the bottom of a soda bottle
And then you forget what you’re looking at and stop caring.
Maybe you are the one who turned me into a poet and made me miss people.
Because you offer to come see me
Or you send me a message
And then you never say anything else
And I send you message after message with no response.
And then I cry,
And get angry,
And get furious,
And then I write.
Then I want to be drunk,
So drunk I won’t remember who you are.
So drunk I start to look at you from the bottom of my bottle of whiskey.
So drunk I won’t feel bad sending you the seven messages I’ve already sent you with no answer.
I think you may have a girlfriend,
So I hope you don’t come to town.
Because if you come and sit down to have coffee with me
You probably won’t leave until you have my tears or my love bites,
And if you have a girlfriend I don’t want you to have either.
I’m not sure if you’re real,
Because I’m beginning to realize we are both looking at each other
From the bottoms of bottles.

Why is the shadows considered evil
When the shadows are as important as the light
As darkness is the absence of daylight
Just as Daylight is the absence of dark

Why is a hero considered pure
When the hero is just as murderous as the villain
As the hero is in the eye of the beholder
Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims

An angel
in the dark corners
of my imagination,
said unto me "childheart,
take these wings of schemes
which  i have fashion for you."

"i am sorry ancient one..." said i,
" ...but i am  foolish ."
But in truth i was allergic ,
to the parasitic letters,
hidden within the feathers,
of the offered wings.

If you were mine and I was yours
then you could truly say and mean
I have a WAY with words

But if I was yours and you were mine
then i could simply mean and say
I escaped the sheople herds

Drift aWAY with me unto a perfect midsummer's dream
Gliding down Waterfalls that guide us naturally serene
Leading us to sustenance merrily gently down the stream
Skinny dipping Satisfaction until each our souls are clean