I’m looking out the window,
Because after all that the most I can do
It’s the closest way to get outside
I see those doors that I walked in
And realize I will NEVER get out
(well someday (soon) I will)
Things are a little exaggerated here,
But at the same time they are dumbed down

There is no worry.  No worry.

I’m looking out the window,
And thinking that I would really like to be outside,
Just because I know I can’t.
I look at the doors, seeing the nurses come
In and out
They are so lucky because they have it figured out
I think.

I think and think and think.

I’m seeing those people outside
And they are wet because it’s raining.
It’s probably raining because I’m sitting here
If I were at home I would jump around
In the puddles with my little sister
I see myself doing that on that little broken patch of sidewalk
I know that my body has lifted itself
And flown outside the window

I’m am so far gone, gone.

March 4, 2012

I was not afraid---
Merely a pass time at first

Something I enjoyed
Something that quenched my thirst

I opened my door,
Much too wide,

You were too curious,
Too not come inside

It all happened too fast,
Before it could stop

Now it's too late,
Now it is done

I could not believe,
How easily I was won

It was just too easy;
Something was bound to fall

But little did I know,
It was my own wall

And little do you know,
Of the powers I’ve endowed

I’m always on my toes
You make me feel exposed

I’m afraid,
I am afraid.

Would ye oil of blossoms get?
Take it from my Julia’s sweat:
Oil of lilies and of spike?
From her moisture take the like,
Let her breathe, or let her blow,
All rich spices thence will flow.

I climb up onto the roof of your car,
take off my shirt, and howl at the moon.
And you look at me with those weird eyes.
I pawned all my stuff for those pretty flowers
that bloom inside me when youre around.
And that sticky spot on the bedspread,
that I lap up like sour milk.
And I will make you pure like me,
eat the garbage from your entrails,
put your blood in dialysis bags,
And I'll put on my seal skin and crawl under you,
but you will remain a skeleton,
my salt lick lover,
and we will make our bed on the banks of the river.
We’ll lay around and get drunk
and youll laugh at all my jokes
while tiny bugs gnaw at my feet.

You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.

Finally...to have experienced genuine love!

...a captivating whisper of tender words
...a knowing glance of enduring confidence
...a gentle touch charged with intimacy

If only that lovely couple would pass by more often...

Ever wondered about my style?
What I admire and what I deem vile?
Well, gather around, I'll let you see
Who I am, through what else, but poetry?

My favorite flower is a cherry blossom.
As for food, bread is awesome.
I spend much of my time on Twitter.
I like birds, the ones that flutter.

My favorite author is Ms. Anne Rice.
Her book, "Memnoch" is very nice.
My favorite poet is Aleister Crowley.
As for artist, that would be Dali.

I like Reggae straight from Trenchtown.
Most of all, I like System of a Down.
Philip Wesley is my favorite composer.
If I may be so bold, Chopin, move over.

My favorite film is Sweeney Todd.
By my top director, who is slightly odd.
Johnny Depp is my favorite actor and hunk.
I'm not a fan of touchdowns and dunks.

A big interest is Nutrition and Health.
I'm against Corporations and Banks, with all their wealth.
I like Documentaries and things that make me think.
Carrot juice is one of my favorite things to drink.

My favorite painting hangs on my wall.
The artist or name, I have not a clue at all.
I like eating cherries and playing pretend.
I like talking to those I consider a friend.

I like dancing at raves, even on the stage.
I like my job, though it's minimum wage.
I'm good without gods, I bow to none.
No political party, with that, I'm done.

That about sums me up, I hope you see
My likes and interests described to a tee,
In the fashion of the rhyme scheme A and B.
Did I mention the fact that I write poetry?