hello lovely,
see you
seeing things
trees
air
and what do you think
perceive
what is your analysis
my dear boy
no
you are a man
the type who makes all others ashamed for pretending
to be even an imitation
you limit their ability
by simply being you
and you know
I enjoy it
it's enthralling to know
such a soul
so strong and right
nothing wrong
with being smitten
although it'd be nice
to be smittened on

Muscle groups in the atmosphere
tension
ready for exertion
or maybe a break
snap
ripping cords
would be attatched to rocks
but not now
when all has fallen
but then
all flies
like time
or planes
lies on the air
as it teleports one's body
across the universe
into the conjugal visit that is today
such a catch
this day
so pretty
has a good personality
but is it real?
Nah
can't be
nothing that perfect
is ever natural
but augmented somethings
meant to make all else
quake in its reflection
mirror mirror
why oh why
must the caged bird
breathe?

Don't listen
to any words
that anyone says:
not mine
not theirs
we all lie,
it's a human ailment,
non-truth-telling
and you know what?
We're all diseased
sick with the thing
not wanting to be seen
for what we really are:
afraid
boring
unoriginal
maybe even
down right ugly
so don't listen
my dear
when they say a word
because it's not what you'll hear that matters,
it's inconsequential
it's what you see
what really happens
when lights go out
the curtains close
and the masks come off
it's then
when lines aren't being rehearsed
and the reality of the beast of the heart
seeps through
that you'll know.
You'll know
that I'm unworthy,
that everyone is
that we all ****
and blow
and show off
for no good reason other than selfishness
and I can only hope
that at the end of the day
the performances
when you see all that is
what it really is
you can accept
what I am
and be at peace with a world
that isn't perfect,
not good enough for you
but one that you're patient enough
to continue gracing
with your directions

Lazy
don't want to do a thing
laying around
is too much work
thinking of anything at all-
exhausting.
What to do
when it's so beautiful outside
and so dark inside
and yet
it's so much more rewarding
to attempt to do
nothing at all-
no breathing
no blinking
no existing
no molecules moving
just
nothing

Go away:
I'm trying to ignore you,
be aloof
oh so desirable
and I can't do that
if you see me
seeing you
because who would want
something
so vulnerable?
You would?
Well
in that case
I would rather be
alone
and proud to be in such a state
than to get all worked up
because you may
get silly butterflies
when you are with
another girl.
You know who I am
or at least you think you know
and you like what you think
because it's what you want
and that's me-
not them,
they aren't the same,
they're boring
bad on the outside
good on the inside
but who wants that-
not you
not me
and I don't want you
if you're going to be
so whole
without my approval.

so there
it's all settled
be it and leave it
up to the gods
to decide
the innocent from the guilty
and then
to figure out
what exactly to do
with all that
apathy

believe it
and let it be heard
that all that is here
is not
but a thing in your
bed
take a good look
next time you're out
about
walking down the street
and you see a man
just a man
nothing more
nothing less
and he's standing
nowhere to go
that you know
and he looks
and he is aware
of what you will never be;
he is aware of things
that you can not know
because
they are his things to know
and our things
to not care about
or at least
**** on in our dreams