every bad man thinks that he can love her better
and every good man thinks that he can love her more

but the truth of it is
that her love is a fizz
just a foam that retracts from the shore

see, she never was too real to any
something like the wind, with a little more weight
just some womanesque vapor to many
'til the tides of the times called her fate

she wasn't as light as the ocean breeze
but she wasn't as real as the wave
I wish I'd evaded her motion, her tease
but fell down for her hard, I bowed down like a slave

then as soon as that femme and foamy omen
had tickled my senses so gentle
all the strength of a man that I had she took with
back to sea, to the stop of some transcontinental

life is so cruel
it makes me look like a fool
i cant survive ... i have no fuel
i cant talk ... always on mute
im hating it ... im no longer cute
even if i am wearing my best suit
no matter how hard i tried to rise
i cant win ! i cant take the prize
and no matter how hard i tried to fly
you'll always find me down cry

I've been spending time,
in the space between what you say and how you feel.
Dusting for prints left behind by thoughts you'd never share.
Chasing down secrets in hopes of getting a confession.

I keep getting pulled in many directions, I don't know what to do or say but right now I take it day by day
Everyone's emotions are running wild, but in this equation is a little child
A mother two daughters and a husband of course
have lost so much but I keep beating a dead horse
Many people are so generous and nice
But some people are greedy and don't think about the price
The price of ruining your family and turning your backs, open your eyes and come face to face with the facts
Things were lost but it wasn't just you
Yes it was 42 years but they lost everything too

What would be inspirational,
In a poem so devotional,
Imagine if humanity did trod,
To make a global City of God,
A world of reafforestation,
And lives of non-confrontation,
A whole new focus for every nation,
Brotherhood to be an illustration,
Yes, and planetary City of God,
Instead, onwards we all do plod....

my pillowcase knows the secrest of us
I remember waiting for you and I thought I needed you more than the steady air in my lungs
like losing you would result in my own self-destruction
two days of silence and tears fell in my sleep
because you were the one and then you were a stranger
and just as briskly as I loved you I lost you
and I felt everything and then nothing at all
and I held you for a makeshift eternity
and you were something divine before I remembered a boy is just a boy

In no particular order:

Sip
Squeeze
Run
Soak

Sip

Tuned
Into
Jackanory

Sip
Scrub
Drain

Te­lling
A
Story

Vapour
Wars
On
Streets

With
No
Hint
Of
Apple

Or
­A
Kitchen
Sink

Sip
Dry
Put
Away

Sip
Squeeze
Run
Choke

Sip
Write
Hope

and my heart aches;
it feels like a hole has been punched out that is just suspiciously the size of you.
i yearn to be in love;
i want to give part of myself away, asking for nothing in return.
you make it easy to want you.
i want to spend my life crawling my way out of your existence, out of the way you make me feel.
i want to wake up one morning with my face tucked into your neck and wonder why i ever thought i was going to explode.
i want you to love me back.