She looks at me with those pitiful eyes
I could give her all the hours of my day
Yet it would never be enough
Skin and bones when I found her
From the pound to high cotton

Her farts are the worst
Eating chicken nachos and rib-eye table scraps
She knows what "No" means
But rarely listens
A true Rebel
Stubborn like me

White and brown silky hair
Like sand on a beach
An innocent face that will melt your heart
This little terrier thinks she's human
And it's all my fault

Is it too far fetched to believe,
that I'll sometimes take a match to my fingertips,
just to make sure that  this is real.
That this is real and not some horrible nightmare.
Some horrible nightmare where everything is wrong
and I can't seem to make it right.
Some horrible nightmare where everyone is against me,
and I can't do anything about it.
Where I'm just stuck and can't seem to wake up.
Sometimes I take that match to my fingertips,
hoping that's its all some twisted nightmare,
and that it'll all be over soon.
But all the time,
I get burned.

My honesty doesn't get others on my side
Opposed for speaking the truth
Saying what others think
The only one with courage to speak against the norm
Never in my favor so I'm whatever
I've been noble and loyal over all the lies
Sick of betrayal  giving my all
Not feeling good enough that has to change
Better than those who have been there longer
Don't keep me down or back because your insecure
You might not hear what I've said my actions louder than your oppression

North
East
South
West
It does not matter on a sphere.
The faster,
          The harder,
                   The longer,
you run- may take you far...
but then near.

Some things I cannot resist; I blame my own self worth.
I got shot in a dream once...it didn't hurt.
The apple is never as sweet
as the whispered words that slither out of your mouth.

Still moonstruck, still insane,
You throw me straight into the flame.,
and I like the burn
enough to go back for seconds.

Because even though I don't owe you anything,
I feel an obligation, like muscle memory
it falls out my open mouth, gasping
to remember the last few fragments
of the nightmare you woke me from.

So here's to biting off more than you can chew,
and having no regrets about finding yourself
cracked beneath the covers, and disarrayed
among the reflections of mistakes already made.

Maybe I needed this
reality check. I'm on my own, I know.
The temporal frustrates me, the birds
fly south for the winter, I fly...nowhere.
Permanence is a dream as fleeting as
its own contradiction.
It makes no sense, but what did I
expect from you?

Do you remember the nights
we laid across each others ankles
to see if either would break under
the weight of the other?

These fractured bones
don't mean a thing. (promise)

Just one more poem.
Just one more rhyme...
come on brain!
Have you lost your mind?

Just one more limerick.
Just one more haiku...
it's always so easy!
What's wrong with you?

Just one more story.
Just one more tune...
write of winter!
Describe hot June?

Just one more lesson.
Just one more advice...
say it with jewelry!
Teach of vice?

Just one more declaration.
Just one more truth-spree...
do it on paper!
Set yourself free?

Just one more blood-let.
Just one more piece of you...
there's something to say!
What have you accrued?

"Just one more bad day.
Just one more true beauty...
to write it all down!
Isn't it a poet's duty?

Just one more Maui sunset.
Just one more lost friend...
Oh, don't worry!
'One mores 'never end..."