Oh how I wish we lived in a fairy tale story
where there is no evil
and no one will worry

No pollution
A place where love is the solution

Somewhere there is no guns and war
A place where we can get along

Without thinking about differences
Like color or race
Where no one will feel out of place

Because in my fairy tale book
There's always a happy end
Where you can find true love
And see the kindness in everyone

Each story would start with once upon a time
My world will be one without hate or crime

"You're going to hear me mooooo"
sings the Cow.

"Oh shut up,"
interrupts the Fox,
Of the late viral video hit,
from the next cubicle over.

"I'm sorry, but
you should go work somewhere else.
Somewhere for
lesser animals,"
Lion adds.

So the Cow left,
relegated to laughing
and the abundant sale
of her breast milk.

She never sang
again

A fierce Blue-Jay
blowing in the branches,
the wind and rain and icy snow all around.
The second day above freezing,
a break in the sub-zero cold.

But the house is warm
and I am having a smoke
on the doorstep.
Blowing the wisps into the wind.

I see God everywhere, and
if He wants to have me on
the condition that I have sinned
and am a sinner.
Well, I am long past the mark
of only one lone sin.

The Devil, he takes the lead
when I am in the drink,
or in a bout of confusion.
And I know for a fact that
some won't capitalize his Title
on the count of, they say..
"It's giving the devil his due"

wear a smile upon your face
make the world a better place
make it last the whole day through
show the happiness inside of you
a smile cast nothing it is fee
to make you happy like you should be

i rolled up the sleeves of  my sweater
and felt the impertinent nagging
of the cold frost in this winter weather
the need to stay warm diminished
this new sensation left my tingling skin satisfied
in the cold frost that too soon relinquished
gray haze consumed the sky
sunlight was no longer evident
this cold frost inundated all but one single cry
that cry was my own asking for a change
and in that very second
the cold frost turned into a heavy snow, spotting my arm like mange
the last of the sun disappeared behind a dark cloud
without even a last glance
i imbibed the cold frost as it never made my skin tingle so proud
my skin that longed for my clarion winter
to feel something new that was not warmth
thank you cold frost, my beautiful summer dissenter

I cannot sleep
My dreams are hiding
They want more time
I am abiding

I hope they come soon
Before my thoughts turn darker
Than this room

And leave my mind hollow
Extending today into tomorrow.

your words cut deep,
deep in the flesh of my soul
and that was how it’s always been,
I guess. And we were just waiting for
words to go between the words we said,
to add up to the little things that brought us
together, saying words to each other slowly,
without affixing other words that can drive us
away from each other, like when the love was said,
and when the love was gone, and all we ever did was
say ‘I don’t love you no more,’ instead of what we always
told each other, as if the words ‘don’t’ and ‘no’ are always just
negatively inserted between the cartridges of our vocabulary, and instead
of loving each other more and more, we settled on elisions, thrown between
our words, our sentences, our 5 AM conversations, our used-to-be-connections.
your words cut deep and we tear our tangled limbs. elision. that’s what it will be.