At ***** ****'s and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.

There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,
And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.

The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.

I feel easy shaking under my skin.
I want to jump out,
to become free!
Help me!
You know that, as well as he,
he gives life to the music
and you can give it to me.
Tonight I need space
I want to give myself to your fingers
and let you to take the best of me
like he out of  the guitar.
I don’t mind even pain,
because beauty is expensive.
Take me,
I’m surrendering  to your touch
and make place in reality
for this impossible energy
that wants to fly out of  me.
Don’t say it’s love –
just play!

One dull night as I sat by the fire
Sat by the fire, playing my lyre
All of a sudden I heard a loud crack
A crack that sounded like it was out back
I rushed from my comfy place by the heat
Hurried outside through the snow in bare feet
To find there was nothing; I went back in
Grabbing a blanket from out of a bin
Sitting back down in my seat by the fire
Looked at the clock, it’s time to retire
Retire to my bed to get some sleep
I laid down to a sleep, a sleep so deep
So deep that the silliest things seem real
As real as the closest thing you can feel
I dreamed of a world, a world outside mine
This world was calm, and everything was fine
The air smelt quite nice, the ground was pure white
The people were free, there was not one fight
They had not a care as they lived their lives
Living their lives just so that they survive
Good morning! Good evening! Good afternoon!
They said with a grin, like that of a loon
And as I began to adore this place
I woke from that sleep, in my dismal space
The tapestry hanging, tattered and worn
On a wall that was innately forlorn
These things had been here for many a year
Many a year, but to me just appeared
As bleak, unsightly and just plain ugly
All of these things I used to find snugly
It all just seemed extra, more than I need
I need something simpler, that is indeed
I jumped from my bed and grabbed for my coat
Slipped into my shoes and wrote a quick note
Explaining to any that may come by
That I can’t live here and then tell them why
I’m off to explore, find a new abode
One much more simple, not on any road
Life in the city just isn't for me
Between greed, envy, and monotony
I need something rural, nothing excess
Something less daunting to relieve this stress
As I stepped off the porch of my old home
Ready to move on and willing to roam
I walked one direction, and then the next
Though finding this place should not be complex
I walked toward the forest, just turned and went
‘Till I was there I would not be content
The snow covered forest was so pristine
Everything was so white and serene
As I kept walking past tree after tree
I stumbled across a river, you see
A coating of ice that flowed underneath
I stood there staring with chattering teeth
Flowing water was encased below me
There was no place to cross that I could see
I turned and I walked down the river a bit
Then came to a rock, where I chose to sit
I sat and I looked, as to comprehend
And saw further downstream there was a bend
I ran to the bend to see what was past
And what lay before me had far surpassed
All the expectations that I had made
I gazed at a village where children played
A village so peaceful, it was just right
I walked into town, it was almost night
A polite stranger offered me a room
I walked inside and saw flowers in bloom
Some beautiful flowers, they just fit there
I tried to continue, but had to stare
He pulled me away, led me to a bed
I laid down on it, and rested my head
While drifting to sleep, the room just a haze
I saw something close, to my heart dismayed
A tapestry, not unlike whence I came
Hung above me, in a hard wooden frame
I shut my eyes tight, aspiring to dream
And woke with a fright when I heard a scream
I was cold, disheveled and in a tree
And there was a woman pointing at me
I went to look when I heard a loud crack
I fell to the ground, landed on my back
I never came home from that fateful trip
And all just because my finger had slipped.

I can't make you want me.
I can't make you care,
About my feelings or emotions,
You left my heart bare.
I cry over you,
Although I know it wont faze you.

Tears fall from my eyes,
As I try to forget you.
It hurts to be unwanted,
Left to the side,
Forgotten about in the blink of an eye.
I feel so insignificant,
So incredibly small,
Knowing that I meant nothing at all.

But I can't make you want me.
I know you don't care.
As much as I want you,
You'll never be there.

i imagine
it's morning
that wonderful time
where you aren't really awake
but you know you aren't dreaming anymore
where everything's a bit blurred
and only the important things are
impeccably clear

i imagine
that on this morning
the blinds are closed or open
i can't tell
everything's a haze
the cat's probably asleep by our feet
the sheets might be orange
they might be red
but your eyes
they're crystal clear
that wonderful light green
so different from the seas of brown i'm used to
then that little smirk
that's always on your face
those lips
those collar bones

i imagine
that in this moment
the little infinity signs
i've traced a thousand times
are real
tattooed onto your chest
the smirk is only a smile
for me
those eyes are only crystal clear
because they're staring right into my eyes
and those lips are mine for the taking

i imagine
that this morning
is real
that is lasts forever
that it will happen one day
it's times like these
that i imagine
you're mine
all the ******* time.

In a maze of endless death
Every turn is love and war
Any wall can constrict any man’s sinful neck
Life leaving his heart’s cold core

A twisted, greedy man appears,
Seeing a tangled man with a lustful expression
His eyes see the treasure, gold and bright
And is caught within a poisonous suppression  

A fierce woman soon approaches
Bitter and angry, her maw and claws sharp
Burning through the coils and gas
Falls to endless sleep with the help of a harp

A wistful child comes forth
Living in envy and through a disguise
Treads, like a thief, past the harp
To fall into the ground through his shadow’s demise

Five have failed and five faced death
So an animal consumes his way through the vines
Through the gas, harp, and trap
Only to die by it’s purposeless cries

Now a small ant rises
And slowly makes his way through the maze
He reaches a gate and opens the door
And sees a figure that brings endless raze

Who is left in this cold cruel world?
Who can become the seventh to the prize?
A god, a hot-headed braggart, reaches the gift
And loses faith through his guilt and his lies

His home is an orphanage
in downtown Belize.
Triple-decker bunk beds
topped with ***** stained mattresses
fill each room.
An abandoned 10 year old
lies paralyzed on the floor;
"Don't touch him. Nobody ever touches him."
A small child covered in sores
sleeps in a puddle of his own *****.

I offer a container of pink Play-dough to a boy
who proceeds to sculpt me
changing the pink to brown
with his ***** hands.
When he is done,
it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
"What is your name?"
"I'm Allen"
He tells me about his dreams of leaving Belize
and becoming a U.S. soldier.
He tells me of how his mother,
a **** addict,
dropped him off at the doorstep when he was 8 years old
and how he remembers
the look of fear and disappointment in her eyes
every time she looked at him
and saw his father.
His favorite color is blue.
Together, we make bracelets with colorful beads,
and as I stand to leave
he hands me a pinkish-brown heart
warm and sweaty
from his ***** hands.
And in return
I hand Allen,
and every child like him,
my own heart
red and ******,
dedicated and passionate,
foolishly and hopefully attempting
to change the world.