The words ..They call me out.

I'm wondering and pondering what I should pencil down,

because everything is calling me out.

The words the word speaks,

the words the human speaks,

the words everything speaks.

If I could write them out without a single flaw in the pencil or ink I'd be angry and never happy.

Because anything that's perfect in imperfect.

Any person that claims to be sane is insane,

Because there is nothing but any kind of insanity.

If you claim you're insane...

Well, then I cannot judge,

Because I am not myself.


But the words they call...

And they say...

Write me out...


Write me out

before I slowly wither away.

Or shudder away petal by petal like tears on small las's face in the rain


Write me out

before I run out of tears to cry.


That is what the words call out,

And they scream so loudly in any place that I am at.


The words ...

They call...

They scream...

They yearn to be written....

They cry..

And they tell me....

To..

Write them out.

Why is the elephant afraid of the mouse,
If the mouse is ten times smaller than the elephant?


Because one day the elephant was walking down the street,
Just being itself,
Listening to music.
Next thing you know..


The poor giant animal has a mouse pointing a mouse-size gun at it's head.
That's when a GIANT! tear fell from the elephant's GIANT tear duct.
"Please Mr.Mouse don't **** me for money, I'm only so young and I don't have money!"
"That's bull-crap, Ellie Elephant!You're the richest elephant in the country"
"Please spare me!"
Ellie the elephant hands the mouse her ten thousand dollars and runs away..


This is when the mouse's posse comes out from the alley,
And they all scream,

"YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT BE SCARED YOU BIG FAT ELEPHANT!"


Well..
Yeah...Be scared elephants..
Go ahead..
Let the tiny mice scare the ba-jeezers out of you...
Yeah! That's right! Be scared!

Love is all that I can see

Between you and me.

I wanna cross street

My hand curled around your gentle finger.

Feel the softness of your lips.

Take me underwater for me to see.

You and me.

L.

O.

V.

E

Love is all that I can see

I wanna cross streets

Not shedding any tears

I wanna hug you tight

And watch the sky way up high

With you

L.

O.

V.

E.

Love is all that I can see

A current flow

Of you and me.

L.O.V.E

Love...

Is all that I can see...

Between you and me.



A stream connects somehow, somewhere to a river

A river connects to the shining sea.

A sea connects to the Ocean

The Ocean

Connects

YOU AND ME..

L.

O.

V.

E.

Love..

I see her baby kicking,
and she makes me want to cry.
Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright,
and her stomach so swollen.

Her stomach adorns my hand--
There is a slight quake beneath the surface--
reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus.

I question the young mother's decision--
if it was a decision at all--
or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory.

"Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts,
babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says.
Was there a choice at all?

I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless--
in a mother-full life.
What will this baby think of its mother?
Its forever youthful, street living mother...

I am lost

Lost inside

Deep down..

I am dust

Dust inside your chamber of many broken

Hearts.

You've broken me over and over

Setting more and more weight

Upon

My poor soul..

She's been chained

To this poisoned wall of..

Your

Pitch

Black

Heart..




I am

Lost...

In

Your evil trance..