Monsters all,
Are we not?
Some of which have lost the plot.

Confine them all,
Bolt and lock.
And pray that they will be forgot.

Corner them,
Bring in the S.W.A.T.
Hush the rest; disperse the shock.

Poke around,
Electroshock.
And hope that they will join the flock.

Social chains,
Block out a lot.
Our moral boats have been rocked.

you tattooed worries in my mind and sorrows in my heart

Your garden is trying to **** me,
It reminds me of all the beauty I do not possess

Sunsets remind me that there is still such thing as a beautiful ending

so empty alone
my need

is to fill it with
anything

give it a texture like Van Gogh
painted

canvases with his ear

or paint a melody
a visual

song of Hey Jude

and someway in a trying
image

or a straining high
toned  

metaphor
talk to angels

which I do
between the lines

and forgive
my inability

to artistically capture
their immortal

words
but my

periods if
you examine

closely are
tears and my

pauses the blank
paper

of my soul
my heart the

pen writing
my foot an iamb

or a pallette knife
or violin.

You see, that one woman,
She catches the eye.
On a busy day, you'll see her.
It's love at first sight.

Her locks, HER LOCKS
They flow like the night's sky
Her beauty, an elixir.

Like a fairy she struts.
So carefree, her stride.
Her eyes, they confine you,
So pure, **** near divine.

She walked by,
A shattered world in her wake,
She walked by,
Any man's heart she could take.

She walked by,
And *it was love at first sight.

My heart was always looking for,
Someone to mend the crack.
To make me feel that others care,
And get me back on track.

I dealt with so much pain,
So many times before.
Life before I met you,
Was always such a bore.

I love you so much more,
Than words could ever say,
And incase you didn't know,
I think about you everyday.