Benevolent -brash brat of a boy-kicked in the nuts by your peers again-, writing about anguish with a goose quill pen , slurping on a ice cream sandwich , mocking the government , your monthly stipend creates disdain in your families blue collar frame of mind and your peers ? ******* rubbed on papyrus , palm ashes smeared on your buttocks , tempting a petulant son , so I heard a little bird sitting high in a dead Oak tree , telling tall tales about your Fathers impropriety , killing you even after you were already dead , as if you were never really born , not in the physical sense mind you but worse , in the grand theater of the mind , where everyone has a ticket to the inaugural performance , everybody you've ever run away from out of loathing or due to abject horror and fear of their disapproval , sitting on the front row , knowing **** good and well that your reading your lines from a cue card held by your shrink at the local VA , the can't look me in the face look like all the girls give you , the ones that twist being a gentlemen into a play for their affections , women tell tall tales at times , men are even worse , acting on their self righteousness by slaughtering the runt of the herd before the others ..Epilogue , the credits are running , just like the palpitations , into the woods so as not to create a sensation , away from the stage and the examination , back to your little tinder box on the edge of suburbia !

There's something especially painful about being in love with what you can't have,
And it's another entirely to see and not touch, when missing someone has never hurt so **** much,
To remember your lips but never feel them again,
To catch your glance but always refrain,
From admitting I'm in love with the very poison that put me down,
But if being with you meant always falling then I'd never want to touch the ground,
What we had was a moment, a couple thousand seconds at most,
But you made blood pump through my veins: you brought to life a ghost.

Sunset orange ardently overlays periwinkle and thistle whilst two tone brilliant fuchsia in passionate , reserved grace quietly dominates the image of sunrise as portrayed by a child  . Forest green , royal blue and cinnamon depict backyard adventure and wonderment of Blue Jays , Begonias , Daisy and Petunia  , rainy days captured in black , silver and indigo and raspberry , magical yellows , reds and gold , smiling friends on the school bus , hop scotch , favorite Teachers and kick ball , Summer vacation , grandparents and sand castles on the beach , turquoise sea , brown pelicans and scarlet sailboats , salt water taffy , midnight blue ***** and fuzzy wuzzy starfish*....