it was the day of the fall equinox
and I fell for the idea that all would be equal
but that idea opened pandora's box
to yet another sequel

Of horrors pouring, jaws ajar;
Claws and eyes both pointed
And lashing out both near and far
Leaving all my world disjointed.

How did I become a bystander to what I started
I swear I'm a good person and kind hearted
I just wanted to get laid, but you know what they say
about the best laid plans of mice and men
they go and arise to the horror that was today
Now I long for the blissful ignorance I had back then

You see, not all is as it seems with me,
I have my fair share of cryptics
But this was unknown to even yours truly
I had not expected the apocalyptic.
My eyes and soul and heart was blank,
I had not an idea for solutions
All was lost, my confidence shrank,
I felt *****, in need of ablutions.

It started out as and innocent fling
but after her ***** willow went up my tree
she expected a ring
I fled from her bed in hurry
but I had no idea the calamity it would bring.

I really had opened Pandora's box,
In more ways than just one.
Now she claims to love me, 'lots and lots'.
Oh Hell, what had I done?
I ran and hid, far from her home
Yet she searched for me endlessly
Spitting fire from her mouth of rabid foam
Ripping apart both Land and Sea.

She scorched the earth in my name
all eyes and claws pointed blame
the people didn't deserve such a fate
but I knew she was using them as bait
How did she transform from a magnificent maiden
to a brew of Maleficent and the spawn of satan
nevertheless
she could not find my place of rest

Which was right inside myself, you see:
I hid in between my lungs.
So off in disguise,
Right under her eyes
To the sea, I ran and I plunged.
Once out in the Sevens
I reached out to the Heavens
(The ones I'd not believed before)
And I cried,' Someone please save me
From this bat-**** old lady;
Give me help!' I strongly implored.
All of a sudden, the waters did blacken
I had no time to swim, for out burst a Kraken!
'The eyes look familiar', I thought in my head,
Then I realised: The beast is the woman I'd bed.

This Kraken was looking to crack in my skull
there had to be some way to get her roar to dull
but I was a sitting duck, so I tossed in my white flag
and tossed in some loving words almost causing me to gag
she tied me up until we tied the knot
and used my white flag as her vail
I spent my time trying to plot
how to make this wedlock fail
when the reverend said you may kiss the bride
I revealed the concealed weapon I had by my side

Just a wedding ring, was my weapon,
Rounded, gold with diamonds; seven
It was made for her and she loved it dear
Unbeknownst that she should be filled with fear...
We'd now been married for quite some time,
I'd let her love me before my crime,
For the best way to **** a woman - to start,
Is let her fall for you then break her heart.
I found the perfect way to make her life end
So while she was out, I had *** with her friends.

But I said nothing, I let rumors fly
the truth hurts, but what kills is no reply
I let her head spin
and let her unravel
what once was an overbearing boulder
had turned itself into gravel.
the time was now prime
to commit my final crime...

You're hopes and fears are multiplyin'
clinging to them like a dandelion
clasping the seeds of hope
because now that is all you got
tying them up with your fearful rope
the earth dumped you in a dump and left you distraught
no longer absorbing nutrients, you get absorbed in your mind
daydreaming about happier thoughts that only leave you blind
because if you could see outside yourself it'd be revealed
that all is what you make it including your field
and that the dump is entirely your own  
but maybe if you let those seeds of hope fly
and let them be sown
you might get in a reply
is a field that is over grown
with fulfilled hopes, ever satifyin'  
and that dump is now a white canvas
of thousands of heads of the dandelion

These lonely lips, just want to sing your priase
this lonely heart, wants to love you for the rest of your days  
these lonely eyes just long to see you smile
and this lonely guy, don't mind waiting a while

love was in bloom then winter came
I loved you and I could sense you felt the same
but you kept it inside, why'd you run and hide?
behind walls that you hate
is that the only place you feel safe?
could you feel safe with me? cause I'd sure like to be
the one to help you uncover, how great of a lover
that you could be, if you'd only set yourself free

These lonely arms just want to hold you tight
this lonely mind, thinks about you every night  
these lonely eyes just long to see you smile
and this lonely guy, don't mind waiting a while

I cried upon my hawaiian departure
not tears of sorrow but tears of former and future joy
my tears trailed down my cheek like the Paheehee stream
before landing upon the ground like a soft hawaiian rain in spring
when my tears evaporated they formed a long flat cloud
in the shape of surfboard voyaging westward bound.
the cloud upon reaching the sea,
shape-shifted into a large volcano, vengful and menacing  
with the torential downpour a sign of the volcanoe's erupting    
The storm began to thicken The volcano spinning around it's core
like that of a fire dancers stick, scattering the tears evermore  
when the storm cleared eight tears washed upon each hawaiian shore
wiating for me to surf upon my tears

my heart beats faster than a hummingbirds wings
whenever I see you
and I swear it skips a couple beats
to spell your name in morse code too
when I see your face, and feel warm embrace
I just can't stop from grinning
Because this all feels so right
as it has right from the beginning
but you still give me those buterflies
and every time a little part of me dies
to make way for all the love I've found
having you in my life
you are the one
that makes loving fun
and I just want to shout it
you plus me
equals my everything
and there ain't no doubt about it

Everyone's a poet to some degree
you don't have to rhyme
you just have to use your words purposefully
there are the self-procliamed poets
and then those who fail to see
that the words that they use  
and the cadence they choose
are all a form of poetry

is it just me?
or do you find beauty
in a bountiful mind
rather than a bountiful *****  
is it just me?
or do you find it hot
when women know not
how beautiful they are
Is it just me?
or do you prefer a woman in flats
over a woman in stilettos,
grounded and down to earth
instead of putting on airs for who knows
Is it just me?
or do you find that make up
can break up
the essence of beauty
Is it just me?
or do you notice that
most woman have blanketed their radiant presence
because they seemed to have lost that very essence
of what makes natural beauty
which is embracing your imperfections
I strive, and look for that in all directions    
Now Is that just me?
or do you do the same too?