Heals tapping on the
Hard
Wooden floor creaking
Under the weight
Of time and weather like
The wind and steam
Of the machine in
The caffeine dream
Of the woman inside
The cup
Slowly burning my lips
At every breath taking sip
The words slip away

Typical
Conclusion,
      after conclusion
Less is more
Depends what priority
Is or Be or Am
Apart from
A part of
What is
               this love
Struck from above
Down like a dove
From the sky He will come
     vision clouded by His glory
Return! listen letting ears to listen

This is my mouse
    Lives at my house
Sleeps in a cage
Lives on a shelf

Such a sweet mousey she is
    So forgiving
    Forever humble
I have a bashful mouse
    In side

Ignore the mouse and
    It will chew a hole to break free
Forgive the mouse, the hole will
    Still be there
Mousey just wants to run free
    It is a cute pet mouse
Domesticated from nature
    The instincts never die
For they live inside
Stand aside
There is a mouse
Coming through

I'd say you got a cute mousey too ;)

Women say I'm foolish.
Then baby your
My fools gold ;)

In a world with
communication developed to the
extent it is at globally.

It is amazing to me the
difficulty to communicate
forgiveness of the soul
on a common level.

Love is like a bottle with
the lid ******* to tight.
Try so hard to twist
and pry it open
but it spills all over and
then it feels like a glass half full
and a waste of -

Love is like a weird transition,
never know when it's coming, but
when it does, it just feels right.