Money power
Mind power
Ideas power

Take it
Spend it
Run it
Twist it
Leave it
Use it
Abuse it

People come
People go
People do
People eat

Crazy man
Da fool
Bring it

Behind the mask
Hidden in dark
Burned in light

Breathless
Toothless
Whatever
Attitude

In dreams
     i am respected,
In dreams
     i am honoured,
what then is preventing me,
     from never waking up?

Rain falling while
The sun is shining
Is strange.
And those optical illusion things,
Those are strange too.
And how if you drink lemonade
After eating pancakes,
It tastes very very sour,
That is extremely strange.

And I just can't
Figure any of it out.
But why
Oh why
Oh why
Oh why
Can't I not just try?

My Masochistic love,

You abandon me,
You kick me to the ground,
And than you drag me
I get up and still chase you and when I can't get up,
I crawl,
Till I bleed ..
In hopes that when I bleed, I rid you
But I don't,
Shamefully, I love the way you hurt me.

My poems rarely trend
Guess I'm not a trend-setter

I imagine you'd kiss me,
take my hand, read my note;
smile for the words that I,
weeping, once wrote.
Unsure what to do,
I know one thing I can:
No one can stop me when
"I have a plan."

It is so good to see you laugh.
So good to see you put yourself first,
and for neither one of us to finish last.

Dear beautiful child of God,
I think you're going to be amazed.
When you see the old, broken pieces
so quickly faded and washed away.

When you get to see a Godly creation,
newly formed and imperfectly made.
A creation of yourself that is so perfect,
because you gave yourself away.

Dear beautiful  you,
I hope you're forgetting about the past.
About what once was, so something better
might come to pass.

Dear you,
it is so good to see you smile.
Even if it is an
awkward, stolen glance
and only lasts this little
short while.

Words mean nothing to me.

I know enough to know
I'll never know enough
But, knowing this
I should know, enough
is enough

I wish we could go back there, to that one time,
When it was you and I in the city at night,
Talking beneath the light of the moon.
When I felt freely and fully alive.
When you first asked to kiss me before striding out of sight.
And we laughed and listened,
exchanging stories of two souls in a past life,
before they knew what the other was like.
When your blue eyes and seamless smile momentarily erased my fright
in their effortless warmth and wonder.
And I walked away, high in flight but utterly terrified.
I was falling.
Trying with all my might to halt.
I never wanted anyone more than I wanted you that night.
And you wanted me too.
So I would fight to stay by your side,
Which is strange and foreign to my independent type.
Never thinking upon speaking that you were someone I would actually like,
Let alone allow to wreak strife all over my mind.
But lets forget the fact that for now you are gone
And simply go back to that one time,
When it was you and I in the city at night.