Come with me, good man, where the ground is dead
And you simply cannot breathe.
It has been too hard, but your luck could change,
If you’d just get off your knees.
I have tried my best to warn before,
But alas, it came no far.
Now you’re here again and you want to mend
Your blistered, painful scar.

I fell to my knees while I screamed my pleas,
To the brim, 'twas filled, with shame.
I had lost much more in the vicious war,
Past and present merged; the same.
As the winter passed and snow left the grass,
New beginnings, they had came.
Yet I felt that twitch, an unbridled hitch,
My resistance was in vain.

Open eyes, they saw, to the foggy pier;
How the ship set sailed for me.
As the mist did clear I did lend my ear
To the voices, speaking free.
How I wished one day, and I hope and prayed,
Lady Luck would cast her charm,
And bestow her gift, manifest her lips,
And save me from all harm.

The time has come, and it could change some,
If you listen, you’ll be strong.
I say nought in vain, but the fact remains,
Is there nothing to be done?
And the Heavens part and they mend my heart
From the troubles it sustained,
And the angel fell and she wished me well,
Now a kiss to **** the pain....

"Babe" - it just slipped out one day - an
Enigma, how could she make me such
A fool with simply a gaze? You must
Understand, I hadn't felt anything like
This in many a moon. A few
Years, really, but it feels like so much more.
That girl - what a ***** - I can't fathom
How exactly she gripped my heart so quickly.
You're a siren, a goddess, a myth.
Never in a million million years did I think
Anyone could be so into me - your
Mouth curves into the most gorgeous,
Energetic, and captivating smile - how exactly
Is it that she could ever feel the
Same butterflies that I feel?
Call me lucky, I suppose.
Hell, I'm the luckiest goober on
Earth to even get a chance to lay my
Lips against yours; decadent and
Soft, like a honeybee landing on a flower,
Eating away at the pollen, preparing to make
A batch of honey - honey, like her voice.

Year after year,
Day after day,
The quicksand that I walk through was getting
Much, much too heavy to resist the temptation
Of drowning myself inside it.

I look at the faces of the people around me.
Everyone looks the same.
Nobody wants to be near me,
So why should I remember their names?
I fake a big smile, crack jokes for a while,
But my life is so sad and mundane.
There are those who would help you,
When you’re feeling down,
But why do I need help when
I’m everyone's clown?

For far too long I waited and waited for
The light at the end of the tunnel
To envelop me in its warm embrace and
Save me from myself.
So many years spent cracking jokes, and yet
I still can’t find the energy to crack a real smile.
All those years in Boy Scouts and still my knot-tying skills
Aren’t even enough to get a noose right.

I have seen what comes after the light
At the end of the tunnel.
Simply put,
An athlete, a basket case, a brain, a princess, and a criminal.
I was once made of stone,
Too heavy to lift, too rough to the touch,
Too gritty and thick to get through to.
But the people at the end of the tunnel,
They emerged with their chisels in hand,
And they raised me up and showed me the light –
The light at the end of the tunnel.

As they hammered away at my rock-hard heart,
Only then could I see the light.
That light was the sun, and the gleam of their smiles,
That I had overlooked in my life.

I’m out of the quicksand, now on solid ground –
I think that I might be alright.

“A brain.
An athlete.
A basket case.
A princess.
And a criminal.”

Over the years, I have given myself such abuse,
With my great newfound friends, I can really let loose.
What a shame, can’t be lame, there is just no excuse.
I am glad I loosened the noose.
The grip on my hair and my head and my brain was
Becoming too much to take.
Stuck in a rut, so sarcastic and vile, I never thought
That people would like me.
Although I must keep appearances up,
I’m afraid I must be blunt.
A great deal of energy is required
To put up such a front.

There is no one that lives on this great, big Earth
That is a fan of vulnerability.
Behind this exterior, the sarcastic quips,
Lies a lamp, an antique, a great artifact,
A trinket, an heirloom, a gift to the world
Marked “fragile” on its side.

The one with the snort and the smile that kills,
With the tongue made of brass and a heart made of gold,
How could I ever forget you?
The one, innocent and so sweet, but with
A feisty temper –
How could I ever forget you?
The one with the cackle and
Beautiful eyes,
How could I ever forget you?
The one with the wit, beard, and
Effortless charm,
Now how could I ever forget you?
The luscious locks and never-ending
****-talks,
How could I ever forget you?
The jokes and feels and laughs and cries,
It’s home – how could I forget you?

Someone like me is not always loved,
But calling you friends, although;
It has made me effortlessly proud to say
I’m a ******* Mexico.

Bug Eyes

"Bug Eyes" is what she calls me.
Every time she says it, my heart
Ascends through my throat and
Up into my brain; the way she smiles
Turns my stomach to bubbles, my knees to
Yoghurt - I know I'm strong, but how weak she makes me.

That laugh... how it sounds like a symphony.
How indeed - you call it obnoxious,
Yet you are wrong, not even Mozart or Beethoven compares.

Never have I met a woman like her.
An angel, a goddess, a gold-plated
Muse that inspires art that would draw even the
Envy of Rembrant; Rubens; Michelangelo.

I must have a lucky charm or a
Shooting star - how else could I have nabbed her?

Knees turn to jelly when I kiss her,
Eyes turn to hearts (no matter how much they bug),
Luck isn't what led me to her, what
Led me to her is much rarer than that.
You are a wish upon a star; quite the miracle.

Any and every chance I get
I daydream the day away.
I conjure up thousands of fantastical things,
That captivates me every day.

An island made entirely of french fries,
Or a vacation on a flying submarine,
Teddy Bear Island inhabits my mind,
Or a padded room made of ice cream.

Adults snap their fingers, condemning me for
Wasting the day daydreaming,
The monotonous routine of my sepia day
Should be filled to the brim with dreams, teeming.

So what if I dream of candy animatronics,
Or me as the Leader of these States?
At least I am honest about how I day dream
And how I let the dreams flood through my mind's gates.

So, unlock those pearly gates, don't be ashamed,
Let your mind overflow with childish fantasy!
You have nothing to hide, let your dreams come to life,
And let the rest of us see.

Technology sits on the highest tower
And smarts prevail at every single place,
The petri dish grows within the hour
And we, so mighty, are the human race.
As our inventions pile far and wide,
Supply decreases, not like our demand.
Our temperature increases like the tide,
Our blood doth boil throughout all the land.
If we were to step back and take a look
At how we acted way back in the past,
We’d stop our babbling, like that of a brook,
And cease our bickering ways, so quick, so fast.
If one stares blankly at, above, the stars,
You’ll find you’re smaller than you think you are.