can you listen
instead of speaking
your words
confuse me
blur my senses
the sugar coated
nonsense
that spits from your mouth
makes me cringe
listen
for a change
hear
what others say
ignore
all that you've been taught
          or not...
your'e a pattern
an assembly line
production
of monotony

different
seems funny
   to you
odd
seems an insult
weird
a joke

can i grab you?
squeeze you?
force common sense
to burst your seams?
and have the absurdity
that makes you

come apart
at the seams...

Love is happiness overcoming other emotions
It's when the world stops being just you
And they becomes you're center of gravity
You can't stand being without them

Their happiness is the best feeling in the world
They make you be the best possible version of youself
They cry.. You cry,  They smile.. You smile,
And it's the same for them too
It's living. Not surviving..or existing..but living.

One was about 83
Crossing the road quite fast and merrily
Pulling his shopping trolley behind
The trolley as tall as he was short
This made me laugh and made me snort
He was smiling too and seemed quite a pleasant man
He seemed aware of the traffic on the road and got to the other side as quick as he can

5 mins later I saw a man about 85
He was as tall as he was wide
Slowly crossing the road
Daring the motorists to try and go
When he got to the other side he paused I thought to wave thanks
Instead he lifted his ******* in salute and lifted his hat as all the motorists went toot toot
This made me laugh and made me hoot

At first I was shocked and a little rocked and then I began to smile

I finally worked it out if  am lucky to survive to the grand old age of 85
I hope I still have fire in my belly and able to walk about instead of sitting in front of the telly

Not to know
but to understand

Be the moment
minus yourself

Empty
but full

the taste of nicotine, infecting the young
the deep breath in, corroding my lungs
the squelch of a flame beneath my boot
the extinguished warmth between me and you.

inhale quick, forget as i try
leaving room for sickness to grow

blaming the numbness on the high
i still feel nothing when i'm low.