we stood bedraggled from centuries of history-
we the last humans-
went back to the sea

Trekking down the road
I'm giving up hope
Failing under this load
At the end of my rope

Heading towards a way out
I just want to shout
As cars whizz by
I just wanna die

Come such a long way
With such a long way left
I am feeling bereft
Stripped of my senses

This long awaited heat
Now a curse as I sweat
Stopping to rest my feet
I begin to fret

Some
things
will
just
always
be
worth
all
the suffering

to speak of love is beyond words
finite cannot hold the eternal

that is why poets
are born

to tease out of nothing
everything and more

behind the rose protected
shy love waits forlorn

hey sailor you've been away too long
she's had time to forget all about you
in her favours lies the sea devil
and it's his attention she so craves.

lets all go to the ocean's bottom,
down to drink red wine
cos under the water
no one's to see if you're sober or drunk

she takes him that expensive *** you bought
they dance all night dizzy on spirits
like you never would,
and he can't resist her

it's okay I'm sure you never really loved her anyway.

STOP TRYING TO FIT PEOPLE INTO BOXES OUR ATOMS LOOK LIKE TINY UNIVERSES FOR A REASON WE ARE CONSTANTLY GROWING WE WILL DEVOUR YOUR IDEALS OF WHAT WE SHOULD BE LIKE BLACKHOLES SWALLOW LIGHT AND AND SPIT YOU OUT INTO INFINITE NOTHINGNESS

Lord, just let me sleep
I'm too exhausted to think
And I yearn to dream.

I read the poetry of Hafiz
and Rumi, Shakespeare and Neruda.
Hundreds of years a part.
Yet, they all write about you.

Nothing can I read about love
without seeing your face,
hearing your words,
and feeling your skin.

I have been conditioned
like a salivating dog,
to pair your being
with love.
(and rightly so, I'd say).

For your real life love
makes the poet's words
dance
and sigh with satisfaction.

And when I think of your love,
I imagine a love greater
than any ever written.
A bond so close,
it can't fit into poetic words.