i just had a major revelation
like i feel like the reason that i feel sad all the time
is because bad things happen in the world

if good things happen
maybe we would be more free

your love tastes like sweetness
your lips also taste like sweetness,
darling

did you put a magic speel on me
because i am enchanted by you
and you're beauty

when you kissed me
your kiss was like a love potion

but i am worried that you will leave me
i am worried that your love
is poison.

words all have their roots
ped = foot
saurus = dinosaur
photo = light

just like my love for you has roots
or like a tree has roots

and all these things are infinite

the power of language
the power of nature
and
the power of love

To EVeryone that says they're just trying to be n9ce
NEWS FLASH
YOUR NOT

To everyone that says they are just trying to give me construtive criticism
NEWS FLASH
YOUR WRONG

TO Everyone that says that I WILL NEVER GO PLACES
NEWS FlASH
YOU MAY BE RIGHT

Amidst the smoke and light and laughter
Along the smiles and cheers thereafter

A sound is bled, wrung free from strings
It bounds and treads and wholly sings
Inside each song, a secret’s moved
Not right nor wrong or frequent proved
The message dances from bow to ear;
A coded trance of love and fear
From left to right the story rings
Of death and light the Cello brings
The covert tale engulfs the room
It vibrates truth to those who loom
The Cello knows for why it’s played
Its secret lost, both gone and stayed

In the smoke and light and laughter
Music lies and cries thereafter

I only know her face from underground newspapers;
blown in the gutter needle stuck in her skinny arm;
turning purple in the street laid out on the pavement
color pages escaping far and wide
she's famous somewhere in Europe;
I didn't know where I woke up & didn't know the girl;
she didn't see the car and the curlers were all over the ground;
the cop calling my name, the day passed with a bang;
goodnight, mother; put your ******* back
on and go down and walk the dog; there's a city
out there; u should see it sometime;
beside the door and beyond the window her
fantasy of being a second Mother
Theresa ended where u'd expect they would;
now she's dead & no one ever buried her fireballs
have all the freeze-dried meatballs and spaghetti
they need to live in China for the rest of their lives:
the CCCP can't last forever & Rome will rise again;
I came in my own hand between beneath from
out of w/in all below beside bathed in with
by the Russian fantasia of colored lights