It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.

Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.

canyon wren
sings her sweet song
perched upon
the piñon-

for my love
who lies beneath-
the cottonwood
twee twee twee
tsheeeeee.

:)

r ~ 10/3/14

the dead poet of your romantic youth
left behind his melodious words in song
left behind his roadside fast eyes neatly packaged
still can purchase his dream down at the five and dime
still can find a tight leather pants version
of his photograph looking lizard like
in clean bollywood style

the dead poet of your romantic youth
lingers there in her eyes
she always said he was so rad
with her eighties big hair
the dead poet was in one of his many revivals
they would drag the poor old slob out
prop him up and take a picture
the dead poet lizard king
his words faded now
as his star on the walk of fame

When i was younger i use to write to help handle my Emotions, Etc, and lately things have been Crazzy, so now im just trying to get back to writting before my head pops

I was born not understanding. Therefore I shall Die not the same way I was born. Life comes with experience and lessons. And Love becomes stronger when there's commitment and trust. So do not teach me how to love. But do try to appreciate the Wrongs and the Rights. Appreciate the good and the bad. For life is not For Sale. And Love is Key to no Door, but a key that can lock your heart and mine together...

#Therefore I was born not understanding. So don't let me love you, without understanding you...

It takes a fool to let his lady walk away.
When all she request is to be love.
It takes a brave man to break down and admit that he still need her around.
When all she's asking to be love.

Pride has ruin various relationships all because of foolishness that some won't even admit.

Oh, it takes a fool.
To lose a good love.
It takes a fool.
To lose a good love.
When all they requesting is to be love.

Regrets don't have to happen if you know the answers to your question.
And adjust to them well.

Was what we had even real?