Where are all the carnival rides
The Ferris wheel with bright lights
The fairy floss and cherry cokes
and the warm sultry nights
The call of the racketeer
encouraging all to take a chance
Where's the monkey you carried
just so we could hold hands

Where are all the park benches
that used to ring the pond
Where are the acres of green grass
where we sat as you sang me our song

and where have all the ducks gone?

Where has gone the soda shop,
the big band dance halls
and the local Ihop?

There stands the apartment block
where our little house once stood
Where have all the children gone
that we once watched from the stoop

Where are the endless games
of hide and seek and peek a boo
Where's the night gone, the fires out
Where is the heartbeat of our intimacy we shared in our bedroom?

Its all there in the asbestos ceiling
and in the plaster that is cracked
it crinkles beneath fingers
of cold cotton bed sheets
sterile of comfort and it lacks
the vibrancy of emotions
from another lifetime
Laying still, awaiting the ground
It drifts like fog in an ageing mind

Log in and lose all sense of what and who you  truly are.
I see the ******* numbers and even  more egotistical statements from people I would consider more typist than writers.

A child with the understanding how to play the game and cheat the system .
I see your trending yet again because your fake ID reposted your newest crap fest while others seem to avoid your work like ***** on the floor of a frat house party.

Ego you have my friend.
Talent for bullshitting well in check.

But as for the page your a child who stares at the ocean scared shitless from the shore .
It must be fantastic being the greatest swimmer never to set foot in the pool.

This write is dedicated to a certain poet who if I mentioned .
Well his ego would just tell him hey at least someone's paying attention.

Your trending yet again and at the end of the day .
When you step away from the comp your just a ******* with a overinflated ego and some fake *** numbers .

And if are paths ever cross you may ask.
Hey aren't you?
And my only reply will be .

Yes I will take fries with that.


         Fin

He talked about his conquests as we sat hiding from the heat and every other ******* in between.
I'm a ******* gunslinger!

He exclaimed  drunk from to many beers and his own backward *******.
Well I said in a deadpan voice with your sparkling personality my friend you dam sure better hope that ******* never jams up on you.

There's never a truly relaxing place in the shade .
Sometimes I believe a ego was a dangerous as a loaded gun .
For a ******* seemed only to commit verbal suicide with every ******* line that spewed from his mouth.

I loathed a idiot when I was simply trying to catch a buzz.
Then he bought me a round and I thought well he's not totally void of a good quality .

She thought about him for a moment still she turned off those emotions as easily as a contract killer puts a bullet between some dumbs ******* eyes.

She said I love like a snake slithers across the floor.
How moths are so very drawn to deaths final flame.

I have given  to whim but never to you.
Broken promises flawed no mystery to solve care for this clue.
When you pass do they all seem to care my dear.
In a moonlit courtyard can you cast aside want only to mask it in fear.

Take me to heart or simply take me to bed.
Chase the shadows and pillow talk to me everything that flow from
that beautiful empty head.

Walk away and leave me with such a perfect view.
I never knew emptiness until my darling at first I met you.


Keeps me in riddle's lost with her clues.
Torture has never been so sweet muse.

And the price can never justify the ego's drain.
Please just a little bit more sugar would I ever complain.
Lace and stockings sure beats paper cuts and nights alone.
One more round sweetheart some can down play there thrills
but I never found much comfort from a phone.

The party for two beats the one that end's up passed out on the floor.
Why keep it horizontal when we can cling to the rafters or just get up against the door.

Shift my gears without ever popping the clutch .
Wild women and whiskey darling are just part of my DNA call it my emotional crutch.

Bent over the jukebox is a sight from you sugar that truly could inspire the blues .
Wild as the wind so sweet and wrong in everyway  write my epitaph
Here's one last toast to you forever my muse.

My dear you are shades, degrees of the person never meant to be whole.
Tragedy is then regrets cast stones long sense that the demise in the darkness of the river's bed.

Can you take to wing what was never meant fly?
Embrace the man you never truly knew.
From have heard conversations and bedside confessions my dear does the night still hold true the way I never held you.

Can we erase this simply redesign it to her own liking?
Bury your head in the pillow lose yourself within pleasures only to mask it in half heard desires.

I give you this and nothing more dead skin under nail, souvenir of what never was.
Sometimes we make it more than it ever truly could be, paint the picture that never capture the flaws.

When to stained-glass views blind vision is my true reprise.
Will you answer that call?

I watched as the other's fell to weakness and thrived upon  my own.
The monsters know better to mire in my  depths hell is a grand illusion of many who follow my path.
Are we not destined for nothing or simply nothing was all we were to begin with?

Trace these lines for I enjoy the stolen thought of many shared so empty as with you.