Even though the heart cries on and on for your touch,
My brain still is fueled by your words.

Cut me up and box me in thirds.
Send a piece to your heart and a piece to your gut
And a piece to your brain so I’ll be there for
Every decision you make.
Every breath you take.
I’ll sing cheesy love songs until one in the morning
And swing through the night until dawn.

I’ve never been sure of a whole lot of things.
Never been certain of much anything…
But there is one thing for sure that I can now say.
A life without you? I’m not living that way.

Raindrops on noses and whiskers on kittens,
I saw your smile and then I was smitten,
Silver coin down the well and I made a small wish,
The silver touched water and turned to a fish.
The fish swam below to the depths of the well,
And what did it see there? Only few can tell.
When it swam right back up, this is what it told me,
“Far, far away is your one and only”.

That small fish was right, one and only she is.
But not in the regular sense.
There’s a bond that’s filled with brute strength.
An unbreakable picture frame, housing a delicate,
Beautiful stained-glass portrait.
These feelings of love feel like horseshit.
But my brain takes backseat and my heart tells my feet
To run straight into your arms again.

And again and again and again.

I don’t care what we do or how we do it
As long as I get to hold you all through it.

A greeting from yonder locker caught my ear (My)
As I was turning the tumbler, (love)
She approached me, slowly, her hand grazing (is)
My shoulder as she traveled to her place. (a)

From forth my insides come a noise (Rose)
So foul and decrepit, my cheeks (of)
Ripe with rubies, I began to make my (undying)
Pilgrimage to my shell once again. (flame,)

I was plucked out by the hand of God, (I,)
This is what effort feels like, I think, (the)
As I gazed into the eyes of sweet Aphrodite, (Phoenix)
I, Hephaestus, groveled before the angel before me. (from)

“There, there”, she crooned, “Thou mustn’t despair”, (the)
“I’ll show you the feeling of being in my care.” (ashes.)

The Bard ruined stargazing, ‘tis a fact, ‘tis true,
John Donne’s Valediction made the candles die out,
Ben Johnson’s sweet prose does no justice to you,
And Spenser writes nothing worthy of a shout.
All redemption lies in the stars above,
But soft, no twinkles show their strife,
No stars, no lights, no beacons of love,
No nothing to show the place you have in my life.
But as my eyes scan the briny deep
Of black night, so dark and scary,
I see a gleam of light, so sweet,
That my heart, ‘tis no longer wary.
I watch as a lonely comet doth fly
And reminds me of you, me, and our life.

The great big roar of the big horned beast
Fills the corridors with fear.
I cower in the corner, a feast
For a towering monster. Sheer
Terror fills my veins, my feet no longer can
Carry me. Pain, fear, tears, sweat
Move quickly past where they began.
The beastie poses a large-scale threat.
Teeth sharp as swords, breath hot as Hell,
I await my slow, painful slumber to come.
The big horned beast doth stop, his bones did jell,
And his visage disappeared, split at the rhumb.
And as I was running from my cruel twisted fate,
I came to see I had only to wait.

Indeed I loved her, I’d write to tell,
Hoping she would notice how to her I am kin,
She’d enjoy, then read, then see my hell,
Would see it, then pity, and her heart I would win.

I searched for things to scream and yell,
Watched other’s works, to see her smile in
Light of other’s lines, to tap the well,
Which cool water flows, to quench my thirst again.

But the spring doth run dry, I wanted more of
Other’s beautifully crafted works, though none
Of mine would cause her heart to flutter like a dove.

I had nothing to my work, I was, and wasn’t, done.
But the heart spoke to me and sang its sweet song,
“If you force feelings of love, they’ll all spill forth wrong”.

You are true to your roots and delicious to boot,
You’re a sweet potato.
No fear to shed skin, to reveal what’s within,
You’re a sweet potato.

Years and years I’ve never fit in and I’ve
Never felt right and I always stuck out and
I learned how to speak for myself, how to shut people
Down before they have time to get down
Up real close and see
The real me.

And now tragedy strikes and I feel all alone,
But not all is lost, I am now on my own
And am getting quite better day after day,
I find that it’s easier to smile these days.
And then you come along, you delicate treat, and
You flip, trip, and sweep me right off of my feet and I
Usually always can keep my balance but
Now I can’t help but fall down.
But I see now that you’ve stuck around.
You’ve bagged me and tagged me,
You’re taking me home, and I
Just simply cannot wait.
Can we go to concerts and movies and drive-ins
And dances and nightclubs and can we go hiding
Around in the dark just to find one another again?
But it won’t be the same, will it then?
Nothing can compare to that warm, glowing stare
That you gave me when you had my sweater on.
There’s no one that it could look better on.

This is all so ridiculous, crazy, not planned,
But aren’t those the best things around these here lands?
It’s fast, it’s exciting, it’s scary, and yet…
I don’t want a life that’s devoid of it.

There’s something about your hair.
There’s something about your eyes.
There’s something about you, sweetness,
That I’d like to make all mine.
How could you have been here this whole time,
Right under my nose and I had never known
That a goddess, a genius, my dream girl had seen
Me from afar and saw something that she liked.

I’m clumsy, not skinny, I’m awkward and weird,
But I don’t feel a need to hide it.
Because I know you’ll just stand beside it.
Hold my hand and be there to guide it along on
Wherever this twisted road takes us.
And I smile when I hear or say, “us”;
Even though we just met, I feel like I’ve known you
For a long, long while.
It’s easy to make you smile…
It’s easy for me to smile when I hear your voice or
Look at your face and I can’t believe my luck.

I don’t care if it rains, because all I need is to hear from you
And everything feels like sunshine.
I’ve struck gold, diamond, oil, I’m rich with
Deep conversations to come over coffee.
Whipped cream and sugar and talking.
I’ve read many books but I can’t remember the last time
I’ve been so interested in a novel like this.

Your brain is a book, your prose on it’s pages.
Can I add to your Table of Contents?

Barren lay the deserts,
Dry is all the sand,
The scathing, brutal weather
Is exposed to all the land.

The trees, they all have withered,
The rain, a memory;
The creatures all have slithered
Far to die - quite peacefully.

We that are left, we always must
Smile on the days of lore,
For now our home we call, “The Dust”,
As “Earth”, it is no more.

The human race is dead, they say…
I’ve come prepared for this.
For all my life I’ve lived this way -
Alone. My sweet abyss.

Will the nightmare ever go away?
When will the dream subside?
Will the flowers bloom today?
No one hears my cries…

We all, at first, were quite upset,
The end came near too fast.
The pointed, gleaming bayonet
Has pierced our hearts at last!

The Dust - we shan’t ever forget
What turned our bones to glass…
What changed mistakes into regrets
And diamond into brass.
We would have cherished that sunset
If we knew it’d be our last.