She sat down at the bar right next to me.
She was looking kind, she was looking kinda *****.
She said she saw me a crossed the bar.
Really wanted to by me a drink.
Red lip stick, glitter in her hair.
A red summer dress, a piercing stare.
Grey with a blue shade.
Leather boots as high as her knees.
She had me at "Can I buy you a drink?"

And we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

She sat down next to me in the light.
Another cobwebbed Saturday night.
Said she saw me a crossed the room.
Said I didn't feel right.
And its the same old story.
She says I was looking too lonely.
And she was cute, she was ****, oh she was kinda *****.
Black laced eye liner and black lipstick.

And we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

Its the same old story, another night another sorry.
Another role play, another morning.
And she isn't ever you.

And so we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

The drudgery of not
The travail of unseen clot
A metaphor for naught

There must be a monicker to this lump in my neck
How much substance or material to tell the tale of this eminence fleck

We all pretend sentiment takes form
When vacuity is the fortune for all
Most feel dejected by this thought
I will take my pillow, comforter, and universes call

A power is on the earth and in the air,
  From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,
  And shelters him, in nooks of deepest shade,
From the hot steam and from the fiery glare.
Look forth upon the earth--her thousand plants
  Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize
  Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze;
The herd beside the shaded fountain pants;
For life is driven from all the landscape brown;
  The bird has sought his tree, the snake his den,
  The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and men
Drop by the sun-stroke in the populous town:
  As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent
  Its deadly breath into the firmament.

the only way
that i can love you
the way that you deserve
is if i keep
my love held down
so when your around
my love will soar
and surround

Sweet, here I am
On ur website
writting spam
I'm making coffee
don't be scoffy
Timer's beeping
I must be fleeting
Away I go
To fill my mug
Ouch, it's hot!
Glug glug glug

help me, help me, help me
I know you have the right words to say
put your arm on my shoulder
guide me toward the right way

the lady of the lake kindly came to me
with kisses so ****, soft and sweet
she hit me hard with a painful truth
challenging my core from my sleep

now the  ancestors are watching
and  I am given just this one life
deep inside my ego he knows
I must lean into the  knife

All I care about is your happiness.*

It really means,
I hope you will never be as happy as you could be,
if you were with me.

I just want you to be happy.

It really means,
I hope you cry yourself to sleep at night,
because I'm not there.

I hope you're happy.

It really means,
I hope I am always happier without you,
than you are without me.

The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe

as through our ranks he ramps and raves.

No time to bury the rotting reminders

of manky motionless mounds of men

Puffed with disease and certain to find us

Widespread, worrying, wondering when....

There is a kind of weather where you feel naked, floating in a warm bath.
A gush of wind imitates water as it brushes past.
Your fingers create rippling rings in puddles you touch
And in those moments, you can't help but notice the world is quiet and hushed.
Slowly you watch the ripples ebb to their limit,
And it reminds you that this world is merely a planet  
That waxes and wanes, and rushes like warm water.
But you know it's more than just nature to an author,
It's a place where wind makes you feel vulnerable and licks at your skin
and the rare occurrence of weather like this, renews life in your heart yet again.