You me the dog our kids
White fence
Two cars kids toys
Elvis on the radio
Wonderbread and bananas
Pinesol on hand / Folger's at wake
A granite island counter
Our lives are now a life
Our lives
Fat red bowtie on 'em
We're yamaha piano keys played all night
Presents under the tree
Pantry stocked; cars washed; bedtime;
And now becoming domesticated
Isn't as nightmarish
As we thought
It would be
In college

It's bliss & bliss & bliss &
Going well & better
than Mom n Dad
& saccharine &
Dreamy

Hope is a beautiful thing.  
It inspires the cynical and comforts the sad.  
Hope is the adrenaline of the human race’s resolution to overcome the most impossible obstacles.  

Yet, how far can an emotion go before it is no longer the firing of neurons but a tangible product that is real and alive?
In a world so plagued by suffering it seems as if we are doomed to repeat our mistakes and regress with every consecutive war.  
It seems that we are all suicidal maniacs hell-bent on losing the final round of Russian roulette.  

Yet, hope prevails.  
Why won’t it die so that we can **** each other in peace?
My friend, there is something terribly wrong with our world.  Leaders abuse their power and the innocent suffer.  
The only way a sane person can cope with this reality is to turn a blind eye.  

But, I cannot.  
I will not.  
I must not.

I miss you when I'm high,
I miss you when I'm drunk & I miss you
When I'm wrong.
Look into my eyes I tell no lie
I'm just in the need of your love
Just listen to me cause I have much more to admit In this poem.

I miss you in my sleep
I even miss you when I'm starting to think , I even miss you on those rainy days, and cold lonely night next to blue & white
I totally miss your touch after the rush
but I gotta admit
even those sweet delightful kiss's
That taste like cinnamon toast mix with
a little orange juice you know I like the
taste of your beautiful flèche after you
leave the shower then you hit the sheets then we the play the game call
creep-on me-  I admire you though
cause your a beautiful tease just like the
perfect dream I have last night.

All around the world we dance and,
we song for love, sometimes we even
cry for love but the best part about love is being in love & being loved
Forever treasured , forever measured
Sunset and peaches forever made my
love better.