I appreciate travelling
the blur of a road
the burning of a sun
and the smell of the rain

I appreciate the wind breathing new life into my soul
and the prospect of growing tired and old

But if travel means moving
moving away
and there I go pushing out further from you
then a statued stance is what I will withhold
from now until the end of time
and the road will never blur
nor the sun burn away
nor the rain fall
nor the wind sway me back
nor will my heart wither and die

when I'm high I can't control my head
when I'm high I go up and up
down the lane
and I taste mermaids tongues
I make the sweet ones cry
when I'm  high
I shiver and smile
when I sense it's over
**** me when I'm high

Who else is eating drugs
who else is burning out
who else is sleeping rough
who else is having doubts
who else is hiding shame
who else is healing pain
who else is needing sun in the middle of the rain
who else is never tired
who else is half awake
who else is getting bad luck when they really wanted fate
who else is fading out
who else is giving up
who else is painting smiles on a mouth of words corrupt
who else has blackened eyes
who else is wearing thin
who else fighting thunder when they're ready to give in
who else is burning bright
through every lonely night
who else is preparing their armour, though they're not ready for the fight

She is the unbroken shores of a riverbank
her song billows like the winds in my soul
and her bones weep sorrow
but she is everything to me

A Goddess and a vagabond
lowly in her tide
her song explodes within me
rushing through my internal
shattering my external
summer sun
and winter moon
an infinite power, forever in her pagan shawl
forever in her golden hair
forever in my mind

Robert Frost was right
nothing gold can stay
I wish I still had the sunshine
I stared at yesterday
I wish you were perplexing
I wish it were untrue
but now I cannot deny
that I curse the day I fell in love with you

I love the sound of a storming rain when I think about you
I love your lazy hazel eyes
and your hair, gone un-washed, un-brushed for four days

I love your misaligned teeth
grinding away inside a crooked, abstract mouth
I love your protruding nose
your ***** laugh
and your swollen chin

This is a poem not to romanticize you
you're far from perfect
everybody is