do they sell emotions
in teapots by the street
i'll take the blue and white one
checkered like a dorothy dress-

could i buy emotions
to pour them out in porcelain
what's the cost? a penny apiece
for the teapots by the street-

drink them up, for an hour
maybe i'd feel love
recipt, madam? yes please
i'll take my penny-bought tea-

i would buy emotions
in teapots by the street
here you are, love- take it please
one less teapot by the street

Flashing champagne pearls of desire
in your wanting grin,
A bed of roses fall on to the sheets
from your ordinary mouth,
I find romance laced in your rough discarding of
my fabric shrouds and insecurities.
understanding in delicate gestures of sentiments
in your wide sweeping ***** eyes
hoards of passion described
in your grasping of my soft flesh to hardening
deducing wondrous compliments
tangled with pert nuances in your hardness
Finding warmth and comfort wrapped
In your loving vice locked eye to eye
I find your soul sprouting words of ardorous poetry
in the soft languages of our making  love.

Many images pass through my mind.
My brain is something one of a kind.
My way of thinking is extremely strange.
My thought capacity has quite the range.
I’m misunderstood in many ways.
So I sit and think throughout my days.
I dream of a day when I am free.
A day when they see what I see.
They are those who scorn me for what they see.
They judge without knowing me.
For this they know nothing.
This is the one reason to scorn.
The world around me is full of hate.
With few specks of life.
For love is life and life is love.
For they are the same and nothing without the other.
The two are one.
Now might I suffer one more day.
Another decade is on its way.
Because out of all my fears.
I can always dream of next year.
Another year is just a sign.
Goodbye! Goodbye! 2009!

A yellow fever burns with anger.
Mothers fill with a sense of danger.
As towns die and graveyards grow,
A carpenter’s child waits for snow.
Many lives this fever will take.
While others say this horror is fake.
This carpenters child is the only smart one.
For this fever only strikes on a hot days sun.
When winter comes and cools the air
the fever’s anger will disappear.
In the winter it hibernates.
So, dear child please wait.
In a land they is free
Yellow Fever struck in 1793.