heavenly arms of yours
your serine beauty
only palpable to the overlords
let me  in your introspective bubble
let me lie on your lap
let me crush the boundaries
that bind us forever apart
my despair your bliss for ignorance
meet you in another timeline
one which does me justice

Joy is calling your name
It’s a beautiful world
You set me free
Joy is calling
Beautiful, beautiful
Joy is calling your name
No more doubt
Sing about
Joy is a beautiful day
Worship you
It’s a beautiful world
You set me free
You cleaned these messes
Joy is calling

If the rain could weave your touch into mine,
I'd let it drench me, time after time.
Perhaps in a place where clocks don't turn,
You’d find me waiting, a love unlearned.

The storm is raging
It’s getting out of control
The wind is like an angry witch
And the rain is such a pain
Where will it drain
There is so much
The thunder rages like a demon
Falk like , hitting anything in its way
So stay indoors and hide away
Come out only
When it’s a better day!

The werewolf’s
Were out
The moon
Shining bright
Out to feed
Before it got light.
They dug up potatoes
Beetroot and pears
These vegetarian
Werewolf’s
Caught the gardeners
Unaware.

Death, whose guise is end to sorrow,
sells salvation 'til tomorrow.

My brain is the prettiest crown,
My head will ever adorn.

When I was
younger,
I had to learn.
Sit and wait to
write.
I  would get
impatient and force it.
If you read it,
you could tell.

Now I’m quite a bit older, and
I quit trying.
Fodder seems to be
everywhere.
I can write about
the most mundane
things.

Today I’m at the
library waiting for my
girlfriend to
finish up at the dentist.
She’s getting her
teeth cleaned.
All my drinking ruined
my teeth.
When I got them
pulled a year ago,
there wasn’t a
healthy tooth in my head.
I have dentures now, so
I don’t have to
worry about how much I drink.
I know this isn’t a
good poem, but
hey,
there she is
all shiny and bright…
and sober.