When pain takes you by your collar
and drags you for a ride
you didn’t bargain for,

Remember
how stunning it is that you have a collar to be grabbed
and consider
the fact that pain picked
YOU.

The feel of anything is beauty-
and feeling anything
and everything (drag of pain too)

= proof.

Now how much better does that sandwich taste
after a little starvation?

It's hurting me bad.
I want to tell ya'll, know that I love you,
I'm going home. I'll be all right, don't worry.
Ya'll do understand that I came here a sinner and leaving a saint.
I wish ya'll well.
To my wife, I love you
There is no reason to cry, everybody dies.
Everybody has their time, don't worry about me.
I'm strong.

I can feel it, taste it, not bad.
I will be waiting for you.
I love you so dearly.
We're all good.
I am ready to go.
I'm ready.
I'm ready.
I'm ready.

Once,
after twenty years of fruitless scribblings,
a composer finally crafted his magnum opus.
Then a gas line sparked and exploded
killing the man and his work.

Once,
a sculptor knelt on a beach
to mold an intricate scale model of ancient Greece fifty feet long.
But no one saw it,
save the moonlit tide as it soaked it’s way through the replicated sand pillars.

Once,
a lone mountaineer gathered up his courage
and embarked on a climb never conquered.
He summited
just before freezing in a snowdrift.

Life is a thin rice paper.
It can burn.
It can tear.
It can decay.
It will expire.

However,
it can also be painted on with colors
more vibrant
more stunning
than the shades of the soul.

Once,
there was a universe
that held a floating rock with water and heat and air.
Then a life formed
and the universe observed itself…

…If only for a while.

the world is too large to be swallowed whole,
too nasty to be chewed.

however,
if you bake up some red velvet cake
and insert a symphony or two
then ice a picture of a heart a hand and a sun on the side,

you can sprinkle the nastiness lightly on top and
my oh my,
how it will sit warm
and happy in your body
which paces onward.

I have what I want, when I want it.
-but it's never quite soon enough.
-but it's never quite big enough.
the world is Mine
and it lies in front of Me.
-behind the blank white
-behind the blinking black
however, My time is best spent
watching the girls who are just itching to rip their clothes off.
I pay no attention to My people in need.
why would I?
when I get the approval from those nearest Me, those with the influence in My world.
yes, I let the dragons live (and throw them some lamb chops from time to time)
-and as I change
-and as I grow,
My wants get bigger and hungrier.
see,
-only he that sports the crown can wrinkle his nose at the plate of bounty laced with perfection.
-only he who is trapped inside a blank room can find the time to tear its contents into pieces.
My eyes are too young for binoculars
-I let the dragons live
-I let the girls stand bare
-I let my people tie their nooses
-I let the sun run dry
cause it'll keep burning
at least until i'm
thrown off throne.

--cloud head will
deter homeostatic clutter.

--binocular- peering while walking will cause a
trip a fall and a faceplant.

--making cookies without molds will result in
messes.

--writing will invoke
insanity.

is this a fad,
or newfound freedom?
passions pass
and reoccur (occasionally).
but this seems solid,
something to heave in the heart
and sit as a warm stone in the stomach.
hope this owl sticks around. his feather pattern still relatively unknown.
hope he remains on his perch
until i, too, can fly.