study, cram, call, make plans...
power point, presentation, speech, rewrite...
theory, materialism and idealism and the difference,
Marx, Freud to psychoanalyze...
on to polynomials, linear equations, I make a scientific notation...
take a break. (eat)
ham sweet and thick
with lots of pineapple and some cherries
potato bread and cheese
PowerAde to rehydrate
little vodca with o.j. and cigarette  
after lunch, breathe .
and it’s back to study lab to mentally beat meat.
paper due, final today, did I remember to triple check
and get rid of paper clips, include a cover sheet...
ready to evaluate... I think.
ready to second guess, miss dates and time, "you're late"
again...
95, 98, 3.5 GPA? pre-test, for final, make sure your research is done,
site, source, quote, student rate and double space
power nap, smoke again,
is the day over yet?..

Fly away little bird
flee from the blackness that swarms ever closer
it's bible-weight threatening the air in your fragile lungs.
Quicker now little bird, I beg you!
Soar above the hurt that dares
capture your soul
it has no comfort to offer
no warmth to grant
it will break your fragile wings
and steal you away to darkness
where your poet heart will sing no more.
Fly little bird. Please won't you fly...

My brother has fewer
Vices than most.

Hands that need to
Create non-idly

Folding reciepts; wrappings;
Pieces of unappealing waste

Into origami -by now nearly
Unconsciously-

Turning nothing to something
And leaving behind him

Little signatures of beauty
Where less was before he

Unbored himself. Such healthy
Opposites to the cigarette butts

And crumpled discardments
Of us other; lesser men of art.

My brother has the vices
Of Nature. Of little gods.

We need him more than
He'll ever care to grasp.

Poor girl.
In love with Poet.

Poet and man; angry at times;
Firing insults you can't

Possibly
Counter.

Beating you black and blue
With flowers
And feathers.

Poor girl.
Loved by Poet.

Loved and held closest;
First to fall victim

To every sudden movement
In matters of hearts
And hands.

If you look at our world it's quite good
But if you break through the glass of happiness
the world need to be be changed and turned.

All the war need to be topped
We waste to much blood on this earth
If I could I would be a white pigeon, I would spread my wings
Bringing peace and love to the people. So we all could just be
as one

All the hngry in this world need to be fed.
We all throw away unneeded food.
Without giving a thought to those who dont have any.
If I could I would fill the stomach of the hungy, so there
was nothing called hunger no more.

All the unloved need to be loved.
We all have lovers who come and go.
If I could I would spread love in every vibration.
I would let love gain to those who needed it.

If only I could i would change the world,
cause as I see it we need to change and turn the world.

It's in there, somewhere;
the heart I wanted to give you.
And out there, somewhere;
you are waiting to receive it.

Turning inward, I weep no tears
and speak no words
nor weave broken memories together
from spools of light.

Turning inward, I wander
and I watch
and wait for you to pull me out.

It's in there, somewhere;
the verse that was made for you.
And out there, somewhere;
You wonder what I have to say.

It's hard to explain
how this heart feels.
Like laughter lost in echo
and your warm touch
now long gone cold.

Anxious, breathless;
something lost I need
so desperately found.

Empty perhaps.
Abandoned like houses,
broken like silence.

These hands can't reach as far
as where you lay.
Somehow I feel like I burn at both ends;
the flames now reaching their meeting place.

But it's always better to burn out
than to fade away.

Follow the trail and you will see
A path which, 'til now, lay unknown to thee
Though there, hidden in plain sight
None but a few have seen its light

For love brought you all this way
So that in His love you may stay
In His arms there'll be no more night, only day
In His arms I pray thee lay

Your eyes that reflects on a sunlight
Were breezing of the air
Relaxed the calmness of your hair
Smoothly aroused by the gentleness of your hands
To the tip of your tongue
To the bittersweet taste of the deluxe eye chocolate.
Your memories could spread by its viral virus
Were thousands of people could catch a cold
Because you are like a hashtag that could be trending all over the world
And that's because of your beauty
that will never die.