Where do you start
To mend a heart
How about tape
In every place
Maybe with glue
If that doesn’t do
Sew it with thread
Maybe instead
Don’t break it, to begin with
Dj

Dreams they drown
under the Stone
under the Star

At least we
Stole The Show

Our Houdini act
of failed dedication
defiant to the End

Fragments float
up scenting a
stream with rotting
love locked
in the truck

divot discoloration blemished imperfection.
The storybook of my flesh is peppered with these pockmarks of life.
A secret connect the dots maze on my body binding the story pages together.
I grin as I examine my body and all it's protruding oddities, how beautiful  it is as I crash course through this crazy ocean my breath still ebbs and flows in synchronization.
I love the nooks of me no one else could possibly understand.
my peculiarly chipped tooth buried in my gums as a reminder of juvenile fun.
I tuck myself into a bed of comfort cradling these imperfections, a grand testament of life.
The girl with the electric smile and lazy eye.

Greet the girl in the street,
Give her a hug:
Please give her something to eat,
A tea in a mug;

She's got a lot of trouble,
That's why she's on drugs:
Probably been ***** in the struggle,
By some viscious thugs;

She looks into your eyes
To see what you've got:
She's heard too many lies,
Her dignity she has lost;

The society despises her,
But if only they knew
Her aches and fear,
They'd change their point of view;

She probably ran from her family
Or an abusive father:
Or couldn't stand a certain tragedy,
Therefore she runs far;

If her being out there
Is caused by her folly,
Life can be unfair,
And how many are holy?

Imagine what kind words would do,
When spoken from a compassionate heart:
It could bring nourishment to you,
And healing to a broken heart;

So do not judge the girl in the street,
Please do not hurt her:
Do not see her as prey or meat,
If you can't help,then stay afar.

talk

cupping conversation
in our
hands
like cool water

slipping giggles
into
pockets

caught in
the current
accepting the twists

noticing it
all

Kind hearts
Will
Always win the day
Because
There’s nothing bad about them
That
You can ever say
WIZDUMBs BY JA 690

You may have all the money and care,
Buy it won't give you health
You may buy all the cars and spas,
But it still doesn't bring BLISS
You may be strong,
You may be tough,
You may write like I DON'T CARE,
you may give all the kids their Fare,
You may be THE GENIUS INTHIS DEN,
you may be intelligent
And with one poem,
You hit ALL SUFFICIENT,
But when your health comes crashing,
You won't get it back
With all the money and SUNDRY,
You won't get it back
With that CAR OR SPA.
Listen very carefully,
Money will go,
Cars will go,
All will blow,
and when you look aback,
You will discover that You
Have nothing,
You are not the landlord on earth,
For all that You see will fade
And even you,  will rot in grave someday.
So run,
Run,
Run with FLAIR AND CARE,
RUN WHILE THERE'S STILL TIME
RUN INTO THE ARMS OF GOD,
and
REALISE
YOU are nothing without CHRIST.

Oh my cute kitty cat,
Lying all cozy on my bed.
How I wish I were you,
I want to be pampered too!
'Meow,' you would say,
In response I nod okay.
You got me at your beck and call,
Following every wish I shall.
So I bring you some fresh milk,
While you lie there waiting on the silk...

I will not adult today,
I will go out and play,
To my Pokemon and Legos I will say,
"It is for building and battles I deem this day."

Outside in the wind my hair will sway
And stress will not, my nerves, fray.

I will not adult today,
Imaginary monsters will I slay.
A pile of candy I will have on a tray,
Only blue skies I see, no clouds of grey.

For peace of mind I need not pray,
Today is mine and mine to do as I may.

What's that? The phone rings in my way,
It's my boss, he has something to say...
Off to work I go, I guess I will adult today.
Tomorrow I promise to do nothing but play.