When I walk alone and by myself
for a day or two or perhaps a minute,
nothing makes sense and everything does,
and I want to write without words
and love myself while hating me, too,
and prove to you the world is ours
or maybe just yours
when all is paved in pain
like some puzzle missing pieces vital.
But only when I walk alone.

When I have to be with you
for an entire day or a few minutes,
it all makes sense and it doesn't
and I want to talk in silence
and be your friend and maybe more
and prove virility while wrestling the lions
or just by simply holding you
when the tears fall from your eyes
like the blood from one thousand wounds
but only when I have to be with you.

Coffee and Tea, I'll take them both,
Light me up another smoke,
Have a piece of Shoo-Fly pie,
Hear the birdies in the sky,
Take my pen in trembling hand,
Compose some poetry, if I can.

I am,
however, no hero,
just a lowly poet
in the always
and forever
quest for the pursuit of
truth...

with these, my tired, aging hands,
i would weave a floral garland strand,
create a wreath of petals sweet,
place it upon your head so neat,
and in the setting of the day,
we'd frolic and we'd dance and play,
like young lovers do and for all time,
you'd love me and i'd call you mine.

There's a rainbow of forgiveness
there's a sun glazed with content,
there's a sweat bead of serenity
racing down my head.

Your gaze is overwhelming,
I'm flustered by the view,
your sweet smell compels me,
this is what you do.

There's a field of maturation
there's an insect of desire,
woven through your hair-
star lily, color fire.

Your immaculate constriction
consumed by your embrace,
lips succulent with passion
I love you and your grace.

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Now I know my A-B-C's,
...could you kindly
*******!

Love,
d

On the streets of heat and movement
lie the evidence of pain,
she walks, he talks, the children run
throughout the burning rain.

I can smell the smoke of lifelessness
along the living death,
we talk, they walk, the sirens wail
today may rob our breath.

In the rooms of waste and apathy,
sit silent the insane,
she writes, he writes, the samll hand ticks
the hours fast away...

I wish I had a ball gown
So I could go to the ball
But loose a slipper after all
3 little mice friends
Make a dress for me
You can see
This is not me!

I wanna be Cindy
Good ol' blonde Cinderella
Hunny maybe kiss me
Let me know you love me

Hug me take my hand
Let's dance
Salsa? No!
Techno? No!
Let's slow dance
Let me put my head
On your shoulder to rest
I wanna be, Cindy!

Maybe if I wish
On the star in the night sky
You'll say, "I'm your guy
Forever and ever."
But I doubt that wish will,
Come true!

Oh, you're lookin' fine over there
With your black hair
Eyes sparkely blue
Oh how I love you!

~I wanna be Cindy
Good ol' blonde Cinderella
Hunny maybe kiss me
Let me know you love me
Hug me take my hand
Let's dance
I wanna be Cinderella!

Hourglass sand runs out like the wind
Emotions from our hearts just tumble and spin
Pounding music from my bedroom
Lets it out, and lets it in...

Do you really have to go darlin?
do you really have to go all the way back home?
do you really have to go darlin?
don't you know that it'll leave me  all alone?

So she sits right at that table
you know, she puts her little hand in mine
and the tears that fill her sweet brown eyes
Say a million things her lips could never define

And one day perhaps an upturned coffee cup
will bring her here to me, if I just cannot get up
She'll take my hand and hold it for a little while
Then whisper to me sadly with her tender smile

Do you really have to go darlin?
do you really have to go all the way back home?
do you really have to go darlin?
don't you know that it'll leave me all alone?