most of my energy is taken up;
- ******* on rolled tobacco
gulping down tea.
while my mind tries to make sense;
-of all the fuzzy nakedness of dreams.

Words find their way.
Hearts speak through fingers.
Reading eyes are mirrored in
Ink systematically spilled in
The shape of sounds
And minds.

A pen resting on the table is a
Flatline.
A blank piece of paper merely
Dead, compressed wood.
Don't deny us your genius.
There is no try in poetry.

You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.

They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.

But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.

They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.

Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.

Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.

Father of heaven has given command
To destroy your sin he does demand.
Grand ceremony of wisdom he does,
Still you wait for new favourable buzz.

You know sin is root of many sufferings,
Still here illusion does many coverings.
Breaking vices break bad thoughts here,
Feeling life feel you thrilling favour seer.

Sealing mind in concentration develop,
In righteous path lives all have to setup.
Envelop you make ready to send a letter,
Getting this, father in heaven feels better.

There will be no anxiety and also stress,
Destroy sin and decorate life in a dress.
Bless you will get of father will come joy,
Soul is conscious energy body is sure toy.

Pure mind knows this as soul drives body,
You drink wisdom nectar no time for toddy.
Father of heaven has given command
To destroy your sin he does demand.

I am the world's best liar.
I'm not saying this because I forthrightly lie, no. Not to the people around me.

I lie to myself. I lie because I have to. Because how else am I supposed to get myself out of bed? How else do I live half alive and stuck in my mind?

   I tell myself I'm fine.

            That's the best lie I can think of