So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep.
So often goes the *** to the well that it breaks.
So long you heat iron, it will glow;
so heavily you hammer it, it shatters.
So good is the man as his praise;
so far he will go, and he's forgotten;
so bad he behaves, and he's despised.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

So glib you talk, you end up in contradictions.
So good is your credit as the favors you got.
So much you promise that you will back out.
So doggedly you beg that your wish is granted;
so high climbs the price when you want a thing;
so much you want it that you pay the price;
so familiar it gets to you, you want it no more.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

So, you love a dog.  Then feed it!
So long a song will run that people learn it.
So long you keep the fruit, it will rot.
So hot the struggle for a spot that it is won;
so cool you keep your act that your spirit freezes;
so hurriedly you act that you run into bad luck;
so tight you embrace that your catch slips away.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

So you scoff and laugh, and the fun is gone.
So you crave and spend, and lose your shirt.
So candid you are, no blow can be too low.
So good as a gift should a promise be.
So, if you love God, you obey the Church.
So, when you give much, you borrow much.
So, shifting winds turn to storm.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

Prince, so long as a fool persists, he grows wiser;
so, round the world he goes, but return he will,
so humbled and beaten back into servility.
So loud you cry Christmas, it is here.

Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes, --
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood's obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

Paper Lanterns

Your twin roots inflate and detach
as they form themselves, Arms
of golden battered skin, your bamboo hollows
Sway as the sun-split winds blow through you.

When you breathe, your heart is light too
and small, as if swallowed and held
between fluorescent sheets,
rocking on the cradle of the wind.

Up, up in the wandering, burning blue
Slipping away the earthen bonds, you rise.
And, with silent lifting thoughts, you withdraw
into the sanctity of space.

Every single word I say
Will haunt me again someday
Take your fill
I will

All the letters that I write
Will return just out of spite
Like a kid I left at someones door
They'll knock on mine
Be wanting more
Take your fill
I will

Every time I close my eyes
I know they're up there in the skies
Waiting for things to go south
So they can crawl back in my mouth
Take your fill
I will

Computer classes
Anger me an awful lot
They make me sad-face

Im alive and im well and my eyes are still close to the ground. Oh haha watch me go
away still seepin seething of a little more than ordinary
i belive in ghosts an mysterious things
were all the difference and the planets.
Well the planets.
there the same

My poetic subterfuge,
Is little more than a small boy's kiss,
Gone awry in the mix of things,
For all the pretty thoughts I miss.
Who am I to lie to you?
I thought when we first met.
I spoke to you in riddles,
Saying I hadn't lied quite yet.
Are the words "ruin what we've got"
Just enacted like a phrase?
You were dancing all around me,
And I was in a daze.
Getting caught up in the moments,
Little blades of grass,
Watching the sunset fall,
As we let the moment pass.
In the end I was wrong,
It wasn't us inside that song.
I find myself the bitter fool,
Who let himself get pulled along.
You never meant to hurt me,
I could see it in your eyes.
The difference then, between us,
Was made from my cruel lies.
Never thought it'd matter,
I was spatter on the wall.
After all, it wasn't subtle,
I crashed to end the fall.