"Love."
It tastes sweet in my mouth.
"Hate."
It tastes slimy. Waxy. Slithering.
Like gum. You can't seem to have just one word stuck in your mouth.
So... you spit it out.
"Hate." Someone lets you try it. It doesn't taste good.
So... you spit it out.
"Stupid." Tastes like bile- almost vinegar. Awful.
So... you spit it out.
But you really spit it out not because it tastes bad. But because it feels good.
Like gum. And you get tired of chewing it, so you spit it. And your mouth feels fresh. Clean.
But not words.
You spit it out to hurt someone.
You spit it to describe someone. Not in a good way.
You spit it out to enjoy.
Words.... let's be careful with them...

Nature is a Spectacle
Roving gently by
Her multitudes are marvellous
Unfathomable to naked Eye

Only Intiution
Can capture Nature's treasure
Her Wisdom comes to fruition
In a Bounty of no measure

I wish you Merry Christmas
That lasts all through the year.
Remember how I love you
And hold you all so dear.
Merry merry Christmas
And a happy, happy new year.

I hope all the presents
Are exactly what you like.
Just as in your childhood
A shiny brand new bike.
And apples in your stocking
Just like every Christmas,
And other great new years.

And I hope that Santa Claus
Came and left you joy
More than just pretty gifts
And fancy wished for toys.
I hope you smile a lot
And Christmas leaves you glad
And nobody in your family
Has reason to be sad.

So merry, merry Christmas
To you and all you love
May every Christmas blessing
Come down from far above
And grant you joy and your family
The merriest of Christmases
And a most joyous new year.

I enjoy the hot tub
After my treadmill.
Whilst sitting,
Throne-like,
One notices the thousands of bubbles,
Swirling, twirling, spinning, colliding,
Spreading out like spiralling gallaxies.
Naturally, I play with them,
Briefly, temporarily
Re-direct their path;
But it's pointless.
I recall my dark hour;
When God removed his hand.

I just want to sit in my room all night
I want to drink til I feel alright
and smoke til I’m completely fried

and I just want to cry

and if I stay here long enough
maybe it won’t be so tough
maybe I’ll get past this stuff

but for now I’ll lay alone
in my room by the phone
wishing that all lies be known
maybe that would change my tone

and I just want to cry

I just want to sit in my room all night
and hope it passes by

Liberate your soul
And unshackle your mind.
You'll be amazed
At the beauty you shall find.