i see your eyes
bright sparkle-flecks,
an illumination
a light
that would
ignite
the wee-small hour
plight
when my body
ached
my every sleeping hour
was a quake
of scattered
dreams
and memory schemes,
mixed up
and lost
in the tangle of an ache
that for some
amazing reason
could
only be soothed
by
you.

Who is China?
Why does China speak to me?
How does China come to my dreams?
Who are all those people, all those
Chinese souls,
who visit me when my eyes are closed?
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Chinese souls:
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surrounded by people, yet completely alone,
me, a breathing dead-weight, an inert frozen stone.
no ears to hear me, no one knows my name,
i live in a nightmare of apathy and shame.

hollow the hunger, no pangs of wanting i feel,
no sleep can revive me, nor doth waking seem real.
i am surrounded by people, yet all by myself,
no hope here abides, my life is lived on a shelf.

*******
with your breathing
*******
with your charms,
*******
in the light of day,
*******
in your arms.

*******
with your heart,
*******
with your soul,
*******
just to keep me warm,
*******
in the cold.

*******
if you want to,
*******
when you're on the phone,
just as long as you make sure you
*******,
for my funny bone!

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some poems are just meant to be completely stupid.

...and fellatial.

I'll have me an Irish Coffee,
make sure the coffee's fresh and stout,
add a dash of dairy cream,
and do NOT leave the whiskey out!

http://beautyineverything.com/4819896887

Here's the ****** recipe:
"Black coffee is poured into the mug. Whiskey and at least one level teaspoon of sugar is stirred in until fully dissolved. The sugar is essential for floating liquid cream on top.[11]  Thick cream is carefully poured over the back of a spoon initially held just above the surface of the coffee and gradually raised a little.[12]  The layer of cream will float on the coffee without mixing. The coffee is drunk through the layer of cream. To ensure the integrity of the ingredients of Irish Coffee, NSAI, Ireland's national standards body published an Irish Standard, I.S. 417 Irish Coffee in 1988.[13]"

D-NOTE--It doesn't say a ******* THING about adding Bailey's Irish Creme or canned whipped topping and a plastic shamrock to the top of the ******* drink, now does it???
Anyone making Caife Gaelich with trendy ******* add-ons should be beaten with a shillelagh!

if i could,
i would
write a poem or a song
about you every day,
place a flower in your hair,
say all the things i wish to say.

but,
i have nothing more than
empty hands
and hollow sighs,
yet my heart does sing
certain songs of you,
though most are kept hidden deep inside.

Music and flower:
http://beautyineverything.com/5071028261

Rang 45 minutes ago for pain reliever.
nurse just came i and told me:
"Sorry, pharmacy says we're out."

and then walked away.

Yay, me.

i have told them they better fix me,
i have told them loud and clear,
they better fix me ******' fast
or i will vanish in thin air.

Satin-textured shamrock flower,
whose eyes chrome the seas
of the faded cushioned theatre seats,
with their sparkling, piercing power--
You,
saunter sprightly up and down,
lyrical laughter over-bounds,
in quick-timing
to the taste
of your Irish school-girl ways.

We take time enough to see,
those livid, lush-red cheeks,
(ripe, rose-blushed every time
as you savour sweet the wine)
that sanctifies
your softly senses,
sans pretenses,
whereon your wings of
wonder float and fly.

Scented, tactile spirit-showers,
all the joy we need,
as the stage-light's haunting beam,
Sheers the magic of this hour--
You,
lightly lift us off the ground,
set us oh, so softly down
upon those rhyming wisps of air
that caress your auburn hair.

Now, I, a poor poet,
upon this paper
play
pleasing poetics of your praise,
whilst the ink upon these lines,
dries far faster than the tears
falling
from my wistful, yearning eyes
in exaltation of
your Wings of Wonder Ways.

Today is the first day of the end of your life
It was over as soon as you looked me in the eyes
Now you're screaming and im laughing
if only you could find some way to be less afraid of me
you just might just enjoy it as much as i do

I wanna tear apart my heart
Glue the pieces to my car
Crash it into a wall
I don't wanna feel at all
I wanna break apart my heart

Douse it in gasoline
'till the fire burns clean
Then flick a cigarette
Like that movie con-air
Doused in gasoline

And if you think you are better than me your right
There's no one to love, no one to trust
In my life

I wanna pick up the pieces
And plant them in the ground
And when a tree grows there
I want to chop that tree down

Build it into a boat
And float it into a lake
And with dynamite
I will explode the thing
That makes me make mistakes

Sometimes I get so lonesome I can't breathe
Sometimes I get so scared I can't speak
Sometimes I get so worried I can't hear my heart beat...anyway
Anyway

I wanna tear out my heart
And give it away
Too a person more deserving one day
If all I see is the worst in everything
Thats all I'm gonna get, it's all I'm gonna get

Just gimme a call,
we'll do coffee
at that shop in the mall.

I have lotsa time,
minutes to spare,
my cellular plan is fine,
not that you really care.

Just gimme a ringie,
I downloaded a tone,
we can have some coffee-
beats sitting around all alone.

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Coffee and cell:
http://beautyineverything.com/5063911283

We scream
for ice-cream,
crunchy cones crisp,
cream and sauce drips down your wrists,
those sweet calories latching to your hips,
but, 'who cares?' you state, licking your lips,
we scream
for ice-cream,
                             drip,

                                       drippy,
d
r
i
p


s.
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Drools:
http://beautyineverything.com/5065478350