Flawless frequency
How can you conceive thee?
Dripping into each piece
Sweet moonlight cry
Fluid honeycomb high
Sensational pulsating glow
Genuine in each
Subtle divine reach
Each way unknowingly perfect
Unexpectedly urgent
Long lost and forever found
Soulfully free and heart achingly bound
Blissful blues
I found you
Flawless frequency
You move thee

Oh no!
I have just been diagnosed,
With a case of Extreme Stupidity,
My doctor says its probably terminal,
But with advanced methods and invasive procedures,
My chances of survival,
Are, at best, hopeless,
With proper treatment,
And a well-balanced diet,
I should be able to overcome the side-effects of the medication and therapies afforded by the state-run institutions,
And return to a 'normal and happy stupidless life'
There is no family history of this disorder,
But ten-out-of-twelve succumb to it,
So he says,
As I try and do the math,
The manifestation of this illness becomes clear,
Ten of twelve is equal to...umm...let's see...if there were one hundred...divided by...umm...okay wait...say we had twelve...or no ten...hold on...let's round this up to the nearest number...what is thirteen..dividing it by eleven...when chances are...2:1...is that what he said? Oh ****! I am terminal...minus 1.

Sometimes two hearts write the most beautiful poetry together, completely by accident.

It's one a.m. and one heart can't sleep...........sends a simple message ......I Love You My Heart, not even expecting a reply.  It's one a.m. and that other heart can't sleep either.........replies, I Love You..........

Ah!  one heart replies, I knew I felt you, where in turn the other replies you can feel me anytime, which of course for those of us with a sense of  humor can be taken lot's of ways, both hearts think with a smile.  

The first heart replies, oh yes, always, but sometimes it's as if I can feel your breath on my cheek..........

And, best of all
                 neither you
                        nor I
        have the slightest
    desire to move

I go outside
To roam the Earth.
To absorb the air,
And watch it turn dark.

There,
I see the most beautiful things.
Glowing golden lights
And their purple reflections.
The sound of chimes
In every direction.

I come to understand
This engagement of mine.
This soul deep devotion
To which I have grown,
So unshakably attached.

I go outside
To absorb the air,
And watch it turn dark.
I see the most beautiful things.
A reassurance and relief
Prompts me to believe,
Such a soul deep devotion
Must cling to me forever.
In this faith and fate,
I am renewed.

I've spread my roots across these panels
Lived a life within these walls.
I can make no movements,
But my eyes are wild.
Solitary and unspoiled
With nothing to need.
Until one day,
You rose in place of the sun.

I grew to live for the moment
In which you shone.
In this freshly sun soaked room,
I come apart.
I watch you bloom
Your a warm yellow,
And I can see straight through.
In that short second,
I become uncontrollable.
I reach so far I break,
but I have no arms.
I writhe and beat,
but have nowhere to burst.
I can do nothing, but die of wanting.
I am glued to this wall.

As you set,
I can not restrain your leaving.
There is nothing to cover the hole in which you fall.
As you set,
I let my eyes pour over you quickly.
Flood you over for that last moment,
Forcing myself between every tiny thread
Of your uncharted, bottomless mystery.
Wallflower, gaze while he flies away.
Wallflower, you lost your chance today.