What ******* will form?
Where will it go?
With bear-clad feet
Clawing through
Fermented forestry.
His journey begun,
Words will spill forth.
Through pin-like orfices,
Leaking and scribbling.
Thoughts transform-
Ideas, Beliefs, Signs.
Neon path, follow me here.

The sun rose & set 6 times
Before collapse put to rest
               This mess that is me
  Dreams plead in vein for my
Eyes to open cleansed & sane
                           Sweet screams
  Ghosts whisper Ill prophecies
Just beside and behind me
    My pale outer shell drifts
  Deeper into the darkness
                          That enslaves me
  A soul yearns to flee when it finds
Home has long since been traded
                             For a hole
  I feel your arm around me
And hear your prayers and loving word
  But I need a cure for apathy
or a break from this theater of the absurd
                             Come, be blessed
  Well,If He exists He doesn't talk to this fiend
God, has from me, long ago abscessed
                                Make way
   The only ghosts that haunt me
Are the shadows that lead me
                                          Astray.

You come and you go
like a temperamental tide.
A slightest change in wind
you quickly retire.

Back within your darkness,
the stillness and the cold.
All for what reason?
A freedom so called?

As you pull back into your distance
I'm left to stand knee deep.
My dress dancing upon the surface
of the water you keep.

My arms drop to my sides
and my hair sticks to my lips.
The ones that you deserted,
the ones you could have kissed.

I don't cry for you.
I don’t bother to wave.
I was your choice to run
It was mine to stay.

As the moonlight draws my face
upon the black canvas of your night.
I stare in total awe.
In surrender.
You will not find me later.
In case you feel you were wrong.
For the same tides that saved you,
will wash my footprints gone.

Dismember the sky
removing all its cherished guides
Under your thumb, blacken,
the controller of the tides.

Moving onto the illuminaters
that race with fire and tail,
blowing out its sparkling heart,
never again to see its trail.

Finally turning towards the one
the closest to our skin
Trample his shining glory,
enter the nightmare of unawaking.

Now blinking in your darkness
I want you to reach out and find
that one hand that forever waits
even when life has hurt you blind.

Kiss me or not, its sort of just fine.
I want to call you twice a day
sometimes you don’t talk very much
I linger so you will see my good side
but I often forget
that you can see me.

Inside me there's a little world
it touches yours by a little door
of words and touch
I miss you when you shower
or when you dream
but missing you is just fine.

All the filler words are kind of funny
when you line them up.
None of it really matters
its just for fun. Weird fun.

In the end, if you see yourself,
the way that I see you
A beautiful living being
then kiss someone else I don’t mind.
Its worth it.

You Mr Rabbit are or so nice
I could drink tea with you
and talk about rice
or melons,
growing in the summer sun
but Mr Rabbit, I couldn't *******.

Dear Mr Rabbit, sorry to be calling so late
I feel like we left off on a bad foot
the carrots still hot on my plate
as you pointed
towards your rounded door
and asked me kindly to scoot.

No I understand it was rude
and that we have had a delightful eve
but, hmm, how do I conclude
you're lovely
and sweet as a bug
but I can't see us making out on that rug.

No please don't be offended!
Your ears are so soft to touch
and your eyes are to be commended
but, sexually
the lightning and fire
well, doesn't amount to much.

I bid you adeu, Mr Rabbit.
Our time together was truly splendid
but it must be said,
that without the waistcoat
you remind me an awful lot of my bed.

"I must ask,
Are all poets so filled with angst as us?"

"Nay I think not" I reply
"But after all, we are human
We all feel this, the despair
At some point or another
Do we not?"

Inspired by all your words
to feel such a connection
sharing the same pain
the same love
the same heart break
isn't it beautiful
I have buried my pain for many a year
it has torn me apart
but now I find solace
in all your words that I also feel
I may write too much
but it has been so long
I need to empty my soul
so please don't mind me
I just had to say thank you

A tiny treasure
So long yearned for
Finally presented
Then no longer adored