Four paws walk
Through veins of
My heart with soothing
Whispers of love
      
Two eyes melting
All pain away
Speaking silently
Removing life's  gravities

Licks of a warm
Pink panting tongue
Gently Washing away
Stains of the day

Waging tail brushing
Hope deep into the
Recess of my soul no
Human can touch

Written by E.M.Rushton

Am I the only one who wonders,
what ants do all the time?
When they walk seemingly without a pattern,
do they know where they are going?
What do ants think of us, do we scare them,
or are we not importand enough to care about?
How do they communicate?
Can they be sad?
I keep thinking about the ants?
Do they ever think like this, about the flies? Or spiders, or butterflies?
Who will ever know...

the bar is closing, but she is opening
she is as soft as the night
when she removes all of her clothing
underneath the dim alley light

we were almost in love,
like leaves dancing on the edge of a cliff,
on the verge of plunging.

we were so close to being in love,
but,
both of us decided to save ourselves instead of falling.

Can the painkillers silence you
or do they not live up to their name?

good morning sunshine
i wished for you on a star
your beams are so warming
that warmth can go so far

(stars fade
they disappear in your light
my day is made
when you take away the night)

good morning sunshine
i wished for you on the moon
brightness is now forming
daylight is coming soon

she wants a man in her bed
ten men hanging on a line
like hearts, hung out to dry
one of those hearts was mine