How one's mind,
can torture oneself...

As the mind races,
with obscured thoughts...

The enemy has now been planted,
and the thoughts are ramped...

Now the feelings begin,
of hatred within....

It's always the other,
so why must i run for cover...

When it comes to making new friends
I have three methods to achieve those ends:

You can join a club, site, or organization
To find others with similar inclinations

You could wait for a sociable one to come by
And follow them once they take you by their side

Or you can join in on a string of crude jokes
And make friends with your fellow weird blokes

the boat pierced the grey mist
and her eyes were misty

it has taken us twenty years
to be on that green island
to dig up the time
she glowed like a butterfly
and I shivered from her touch

her hand is ripened now
but that time
still hanging in the air
unleashed a wildness
froth from which
spilled into two children
chasing butterflies.

My pocket poems
Isn’t worth much dowry
However, it’s all mine
Like nickel and dimes
Silver, or gold.
Tell out, my soul, to the world

The man at the studio doesn't like us

we aren't pretty as the teens
not dazzling like the newly weds
our faces are pretty grim
smiles are once a river
foreheads dry riverbeds
eyes hold no commotion
but he does it for money
and winds up quick.

We walk to the river
where under the grey February sky
she plays with our reflections
babbling and breaking us
into unreadable pieces.