Dreams
Like voice teachers
And fathers
Have their purpose

Dreams
Like insecure voice teachers
And fathers
Have their faults

Dreams
Like voice teachers
And fathers in hospital
Come at a price

Dreams
Like old voice teachers
And fathers with cancer
Die

Every love story under the sun
Has been told,
spun
unfolded
Be it gypsy ladies' bets
On the hearts of men
Or children's games
With daggers and poison
But with each story
Truth unravels
Romance, passion and lust
What good is a face
That sets sail a thousand ships
If it doesn't save a single soul

The one thing
All men
Strive to please

The wind feels like a second skin
And the sun, like a lover's caress
We dance round the corpses of our lost faith
Till our eyes burn amber with insanity
Raise your voice till each breath burns
Searing winter's air on a midsummer's night
As we are expected to play the roles dictated
Would you be able to recognize
The monster you've created

I swore i would never turn into my father
That weak, sorry excuse for a man
I swore I would nev end up like him
Then he died
I Began to notice things
It started with his nervous tick
That insietent biting of my lowere lip
Then in my stride,
 a slight buoyancy 
A cross between a spring and stroll
Then laugh
Somehow joyous 
Uninhibited
Seeming to carry in it all the joy of the universe
Wrapped in one moment
Then the worrying began
Wanting to keep those I loved safe
So though I swore I would  never to turn into that weak, kind, gentle , sweet man
I did.

Spring teaches us
About innocent romance
Summer
About unsated lust
Autumn
About a lover's warming embrace
And winter
About the art of smoking cigarettes slower
For humidity tends to **** up tobacco's flammability.

A blank slate
A slate wall
A wall blocking
Why can't I get around
Frustration
Where's the magic button
Others had flower gardens
Muses of sort
why don't these work for me
Stand and walk
Two words...
**** and chair
******* overrated
Pop a brewski
Gas twists and twirls
God that bottle neck looks inviting
Magic button found
Wall lifts
Beer almost dropped
Rush
Flash of images
Flash of color
Caught in the middle of the scene
A man expected to reproduce a Rembrandt
A Rembrandt on notepad paper
Slight pause for dramatic effect
Then.....
The words fly
The smile creeps
Manic
Exhilarating
Skipping between minds
Different people
Different places
Same time. 
Different times
Legalized schizophrenia
The wall is lifted
the slate is filled