someday I will see things for what they really are
the essence
the outside of everything.
past the tears and smiles and blushing and winks
and words and laughs and yells and snorts
the meaning of what goes on outside the self.
the world beyond the mind.

someday I will know the truth
masks peeling off
facades crumbling
reality as it is. reality of the real.

who are you? what am I?
a thought? a dream? something in between?
a truth? a lie?
can it be known at all?

someday.
one day.
when I cross the line.
to world outside the mind.

Cats are evil
Dogs are good.
Pigeons are winged rats.
Pigs are food.
Cows just stand there
except when it rains
Crickets are annoying
And goldfish lack brains
Mice are cute
Rats are not
Bears are fat and lazy
Deers are shot.
Polar bears seem lonely
Wolves work in a pack
Foxes are silent
Parrots talk back
Rabbits eat your garden
Termites eat your home
Turtles win the race
Buffalos roam
Hippos will **** you
Panguins can't fly
A hen is a girl
A rooster is a guy
So many creatures
Each so unique
If I was to write them all
This poem would last a week!

Stay up late with me
and we can watch infomercials
about vacuum cleaners and miracle cures
and holy water.
And maybe if we are lucky we can
catch reruns of I Love Lucy and Happy Days
because those seem like better times.
Or just talk to me.
even if it is just nonesense.
I want to hear you talk
until I fall asleep.
Tomorrow we can go to the park and sit on a bench
in front of the lake and feed the ducks with
stale bread.
I like the picturesque and the late day sun
and the small things
because they aren't so small after all.
Not when you are with me.
How about we take a ride my old rusty car and
tune into the AM channels about politics
and ancient jazz and opera.
Let's brush off the cobwebs
and find what we are looking for.
It's the small things that are the biggest things.
Those moments in time that seem
like nothing.
They mean everything.
We gotta make it last because
forever isn't a thing.

tonight we ride!
we shall band together and raise our swords!
to hell with 'em! they don't stand a dust mote of a chance!
follow me!

show no fear! we are men!
this day is ours!
on the morrow we will return home rich with glory
and our names will be sung in songs!

swines! beasts in men's clothes!
feel the kiss of cold steel!
savages! all of you!
dine with the devil in the land of hell!
we take no prisoners! We yield only to death!

tonight we ride!

We see what we want to see
happiness and pain and good humor
everything is condensed
packed tight in the weird place behind our eyes.
visions of grandeur and echos of past times
people who came and people who went
yesterday. the present. dreams of tomorrow. and so on.
memories live beyond the time when they were created
and end when we sleep the last sleep
but until that happens the world is ours
our own
our creation
whatever we make of it
and it is packed tight in the weird place behind our eyes
brain matter

When was the last time you took my breath away?
Was it when you said you loved me?
Or was it when you punched me in the gut?

When was the last time you made me shout your name?
Was it when we were making love?
Or was it when you were walking away?

When was the last time you held me tight?
Was it when we were in your bed?
Or was it right before you let me go?

When was the last time you thought of me?
Was it just now?
Or is it never again?

She kicked me in the *****
And I came crashing down
Next time I will wear metal underwear
And we shall see who falls.

Mwahaha!
(Twiddles fingers like a ******)