do not say it, express it*

my life in a moment has been
a momentarily lapse of reason.
my heart in this venture has been
a vexing vent into a loving treason.
my soul caught up betwixt has been
a bewitching of what makes "me".
my fate in mutation has been
a mutinous stranding at sea.

I love you so much and/or now more than ever
You inspire me to be better and/or to be clever
You are so beautiful and/or so stunning
You call and I get moving and/or start running

I love you so much and/or more than I admit
When you are sad, I give in and/or submit
My goals are to fill you with joy and/or happiness
And to end and/or mitigate your pains and/or distress

I love and/or cherish your wit and/or your mind
Someone better, I could never come across and/or find
I love and/or desire your body and/or your touch
I crave and/or pine for you a lot, greatly and/or so much

To say that I am glad and/or happy would be to understate
It is your love that fills me, completes me, and/or permeates
I can speak endlessly and/or forever of what my feelings entail
Like my words and/or thoughts, my love will not cease and/or fail

mister master
sister slapped her
grabbed your ***
faster faster

broken plaster
alabaster
poked your ****
faster faster

ester asked her
my disaster
grinning grins
faster faster

blister blaster
such a *******
smacked your mom
and faster faster

flushed her flashed her
dropped my pants sir
kiss my ***
faster faster

i reached my limit and pushed it
to the edge and walked it
down to the river and drowned it

i found my noodle and baked it
in a *** and strained it
down in the toilet and lost it

you spoke my placement and meant it
to the word and said it
down to the bottom and killed it

shape
i shrug off my current form
like a
never-ending
flowing river
constantly
moving forward never seeing
the same
scenery twice
skin color changing
driving to colors un-dreamt of
me
a moving changing shape
moving in an
insane
world

on the side,
on the sly,
fix me a sandwhich
of tuna and rye.
grab my stick,
point to the sky.
look at my **** to
poke you in the eye.
pull out my ***** to
poke you in the pie.
hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...
cherry ******' pie.

on the side,
on the sly,
fix me a sandwhich
of tuna and rye.

i looked with
quizzical disdain
it was plain
i was not amused
as i perused
and openly confused,
i was
about to say...

she said "chill"

she stood with
stern command
glass from sand
she would not budge
(not even for fudge)
but not to judge,
she was
about to ...say...

i said "chill"

we held on
to the night
fear the light
blind to the unknown
where the winds blown
what's to be shown?
we were
about to say...

"chill"

a man is born with a *****, testicles, and various other masculine equipment and tendencies.

a Man lives by a masculine code that revolves around the physical, the mental, and the spiritual. a Man is committed to himself above all else. this may sound selfish, but it isn't. a Man not only puts himself on high, but connects himself mind, body, and soul to the physical, mental, and the spiritual. everything that he connects to himself becomes himself. a Man does not distinguish between the his own flesh and the flesh of his children. a Man does not distinguish between his mind and the mind's of those in his inner circle. a Man does not distinguish between his will and the will of his god. a Man is power. he is the generator. those that he has allowed to plug into his world are empowered by him. they come into his presence and feel better for it. a Man changes lives. a Man understands the trinity of justice, mercy, and charity. a Man is not afraid to give to those as they deserve. he looks with fair eyes and does not slow his hand or slow its speed. a Man is not cold enough to be alien to compassion. he can see to the heart of matters and look past the easy answers. when others will marvel at his wisdom and praise his mercy. he will only think 'as it should be'. a Man is not without the ability to go beyond. he can look to the future. help those that need it, sometimes before they need it. anticipation and preparedness are the weapons of the Man. stoic strength is his shield. a Man is not without weakness. he understands his weaknesses, but is not victim to them. he may succumb to them, but as a master of justice, he steels himself for the price he must pay. weakness must be addressed and turned to strength. as a Man fears, he must stand up and face it. as a Man despairs, he must turn it aside. when a Man fails, all that have plugged into his power will fail. when a Man falls, families, nations, societies fall. when a Man falls, it is the duty of another Man to come to his aid. when Men stop aiding Men, they merely become men with penises and various other masculine equipment and tendencies.

The Man is a Man that all other Men fear and long to be. He is the one that Men plug into. Some Men see that as a sign of weakness and rebel, but The Man signs paychecks and feeds families. who will topple The Man?

i passed from waking to slumber unbidden
and walked down paths untrodden.
i leapt and danced to music unheard
only to stop in your presence.

don't take this away from me.
don't make me go back.
don't silence the beauty of my soul.
don't try to understand.

for if dreams die i am soon to follow.

you were at my side
and i at yours.
we conquered the world and
took no prisoners.
we were slave to the other's
will and masters to the other's
heart.
we flowed.
we were one.
we loved and lived.
i gave and did everything i could.
not enough.
never enough.
i had to let you go.

i watch you tossing from a shadowed doorway.
hand by face, a silent moan, a dream forever hidden upon awaking.
drinking to quench a thirst, but never slaking.

i long to be the direction of your dreams and
wait for you at your journey's end.

i watch your breathing, from close by. i hear your heartbeat,
i feel your heat. i lay by your side pulling close to your slumbering outline
hoping that the smile on your face is of my design.

i long to be the direction of your dreams and
wait for you at your journey's end.

i watch you sleeping and wonder how your dreams progress.
a smile, silent laugh, a dream flowing towards a raging river.
emotions unchecked. pleasure filled, waking you with a shiver.

he prays that light will follow
the darkness. follow
the pain. follow.
he prays that hope will fill the hollow.
follow.
fill the empty hollow.

she looks at him so lost, so filled with sorrow.
so empty, so tragic,
'don't be so drastic'. sorrow.
tomorrow.

forever. eternal. internal. horror.
must sever. external. infernal. tomorrow.

he wakes. she sleeps.
he looks. he leaves.

she prays that light will follow
his darkness. follow
his pain. follow.

i have a dream
you are lovely truly
dancing, laughing, shining mine
i am dreaming happy
you and me for all of time

i have a dream
we look to our future
children running, jumping, sharing
hearts beating together
giving, taking, loving, caring

i have a dream
i am your love and
you are my life

if you have dreams like me

you dream of running. you dream of being pursued. you run down paths created by flights and fancy. you hide in holes deep and dark. you can't run. you can't hide.

the creature that pursues you has an indomitable will and is fueled with a indeplenishable store of energy. it doesn't know fear. it doesn't show weakness. it doesn't tire.

it is knowable intellect against unknowable power. there is no winning.

when i wake, i know the runner is where i am. the pursuer is where i want to be.

i am fearful of the future and energized by the possibilities.

if you don't have dreams like me...

i am sorry.

i have a feeling and whenever i get this feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the voices are chit chit chattering
telling me telling me, bit bit battering
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

i can't stop the voices, i can't stop the feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the feeling is bad and i deserve it most true
the feeling is deserved, so i do what i must do
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

pain is my middle, my first and last name
the more whish whish whispers tell me the same
i can't help but feel the way that i do
the pain is something i must share with you
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

the words, the thoughts, the senses are failing
the voices are truth-stakes my heart impaling
i know not to whom to turn when i am confused
the voices are pain-death-smell infused
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

Alone in silence
Walking in lonely darkness
Branches slap my face

The path is narrow
The moon lights my way
Step by step, the pace

Garden of dreams, where
Nature suffers in pain and
Tears run down my face

Present dilemma
Feet moving, but can't see my legs
Sun fading away

Past is never dead
Clouds drift in front of the sun
Nothing more to say

Future uncertain
Heart of gold, wings fiery red
Heavy feet of clay

Tree of endless life
Let us hang ourselves and swing
Watching life slip by

Life of joyless dreams
We need to gather more rope
Waking just to die

Dreams of empty souls
Swaying gently in the breeze
Light slips from our eyes

I was but a child
Knowing all about all and
In madness I raved

I was but a boy
Dancing and playing in sin
On streets that I paved

I was but a man
Heading for a painful death
Sun’s Grace, I am saved

Prayers fall on deaf ears
Silent pleadings unnoticed
And the moon shines on

The ax falls swiftly
Heads roll like children’s marbles
And the moon shines on

Justice falls like rain
The crowds cry and cheer with joy
And the moon shines on

On a dusty path
I walk away from the sun
And into darkness

Standing by a tree
Avoiding falling moonlight
Whispering prayers

The beautiful stars
Giving light when I want none
Giving, while I take

Lightly, brightly come
My mind leaves the trodden path
And strolls with the clouds

Flowing, growing go
Above the tree-line I float
Chasing after stars

Singing, bringing hope
Planting seeds of rain, of life
To fall back on me

Slow, slow and slower
I am. I am but a man
Of clay and of dirt.

Low, low and lower
I go. I go but I dream
Of clouds and rain.

Know, know I know of
My fate. My fate. My fate ends
In clay and in dirt

nothingness, a shade of grey.
what shall i do today?
i will watch the grass grow
and listen to the ants play.
ask the whales what they know
and mold a man out of clay.
change the oceans flow
and roll around in the hay.
illuminate with a golden glow
and make some sinners pay.
no...i know what is best,
it's the sabbath,
i'll just sit around and rest.

a voice whispers 'hide...'
godzilla comes out this night
he will break your heart.

God,
bigger and/or/but smaller,
shorter and/or/but taller,
a lot less spiritual,
a lot more habitual,
very much more fleshed out,
very much more a clout,
same soul,
a drop in his bowl,
is
more and/or/but less,
me.

from the sea, a mighty beast arises,
with eyes for un-civilized destruction.
thermo-nuclear powered surprises,
raining pain and death's dark function.

across the land, godzilla rages on,
deaf to the screams of those trampled below.
mortal man does weep that their age is gone,
their buildings burn with ample glow.

from the sky, mortal man's jets fly and scream
as bursts of flame cut throw them like butter.
all that mortal man has become and dreams
is charred and laying in the gutter.

so, as the old man weeps his end grown near,
the young man rushes to the streets with cheer.

where are you when i need you most?
when the day has reached it's twilight
and the bitter night creeps through my house.
the pitter-patter of little feet has become
the stimpy-stomping of little monsters.
the chitter-chatter of nig-nig-nagging
is constant in my ear.
oh, heineken, heineken, heineken.
were you but a woman, i would flee this world
and steal you away as paris took helen.
we would spend day and night in each other's embrace.
i would sing praises and songs in your honor
and the world would stand back and marvel
at the love between us.
but, you are not a woman, but still i long for
the feel of your firmness in my hand,
your wondrous good taste chasing worry away.
i would drink you and all of your companions
and dance/prance/stumble to the bathroom
as if in heaven.
the pitter-patter would turn to clinking of bottles.
the chitter-chatter would turn to clicking of caps.
but alas, i am merely dreaming and sober.
and tonight you are in the hands of another.
tomorrow, i will venture and seek you out.
oh heineken, you will soon be mine.
mine all mine, the world will tremble with my
drunken laughter.

my hopes, my dreams
all that it seems
has fallen over the edge

turn around now
don't be the cow
that looks over the ledge

i am down here
ever-mind, ever-clear
ever oblivion true

turn around now
don't be the cow
that falls down here too.

petulant petunias,
rabid roses,
volatile violets,
i avert my gaze
and water the grass.

beautiful and not,
but very much so.

son,
you will have success;
you will try and win;
you will start to rise;
and then you fall.

falling is your life;
rising up your choice.
life is a cycle
and you will fall.

you will have failures;
you will try and lose;
but if you despair;
then you will surely die.

it's not like a finger
it's more like an arm
i am not a mod *******
but i do have my charm

will take you by hand or
by foot if i hafta
but i'm going down south
and make you cry 'fasta'

what nobody sees,
nobody will repeat
we can do this quick
and must be discrete

darlin', your intelligent and
i love to hear you talk
but today my name is jack
and here's my beanstalk

the more you poke at it
the more it will grow
the more i poke with it
the more you will know

grab ahold tight
and don't let go
because this moby is wild
and ready to blow

sweetheart, i love you
and now that you know
thanks for the good times
but ***** you gotta go

fear not the
juggernaut
my son
you can not
stop it
you must not
block it
stand aside
my son
and let it
pass.

give and keep on giving
live but never living
to have suffered
and for others
to use that as
a reason to
keep on suffering

play and keep on playing
say but never saying
to have argued
use today's words
tomorrow to
keep on arguing

lie and keep on lying
cry but never crying
to have waited
for that someone
for that anyone
but tonight i
keep on waiting

jason mraz
is not jazz
he is just a boy
with a toy
with a voice
but not my choice
i remember
i savor
the flavor
of the past
i am growing
old
let me sleep
silence
not a peep
enough

I was sleeping
And like a victim two seconds unaware
I was smiling
I was dreaming

I heard a crying
And like a father I was moving
I was running
You were creeping

I heard a splashing
Much like some children playing
I wasn’t laughing
You were spreading

You splashed and crashed
And poured in all of my crevices
You spread and I was dead
On the inside, You are the nemesis

And you would have laughed
If you had a voice and lips
To smile while I cried.

I was sleeping
And like a victim left for dead
I stopped breathing
While you were creeping

Looking out of the window on floor 3 of 5,
Watching little ants in their little cars.
Watching little ants with little smiles,
And little laughs and little victories.
Please, when it comes, make mine peaceful.

Sitting in the back, in a cubicle unnamed,
Not thinking about my work almost complete,
And the reaper standing at the time clock.
The reaper standing with my final paycheck.
Please, before it comes, let me call my mom.

Waiting, crossing "t's" and dotting "i's".
So much more that I could have done,
Have said, Have written, but it always
Comes down to the final page,
To the final sentence.
But, please, before it ends
Let me have the last word.

don't work, don't get paid.
try to ****** or never get laid.
if you don't run, you won't get tired.
if you **** up, you will get fired.

don't start, never get done.
you better look or you'll never get one.
if you don't wash, you won't get clean.
if you go out, you will get seen.

don't exist, never will be.
try to watch or you will never see.
if you don't eat, you never will grow.
if you learn, you will finally know.

don't love, won't get burned.
don't stray or you will get turned.
if you don't hate, you will get far.
if you don't drive, you don't need a car.

don't dance, if you don't know the move.
don't sing, if you don't have the groove.
you can't advance unless you know the man.
just act, if you already have a plan.

don't die, won't miss the end.
try not to blink or you'll miss the bend.
don't marry, if you can't handle a wife.
do not stop or you'll miss your own life.

as i walked a winding road
that shifted beneath my feet
i met a woman with shifting load
that winded beneath her seat

said i to her, put on a smile
and the shifting will be ceased
said her to me, swallow your bile
and the winding will be pleased

said i to her, let it all go
and the load will be as air
said her to me, let it all go
and the road will be as fair

said i to her, walk with me
and we will see the world anew
said her to me, talk with me
and we will see the world us two

lois, i can not be your lover
because, there is a thin line
between hero and villain
when a woman is involved.

an open window,
a television turned low,
twice-read books,
hot dogs over-cooked,
stale breeze blowing in,
lights turned dim,
mail thrice-read,
an unmade bed,
a roommate with no key,
another lost in poetry

i met her so to get her
to live her and to love her
my stars her and my sun her
with my charm i have won her

to breathe her and to seeth her
i chain her and i whip her
i mind her and i blind her
with leather i will bind her.

i use her and abuse her
i sleep her and i peep her
i watch her and i weep her
for i know i can't keep her.

i scream her and i dream her
to touch her is too much her
i fill her and i till her
for her death will i part her.

Listen

Voices with no bodies

Power with no force

Work with no time

Do this

Do that

(Maybe)

I am done listening

the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
(how i would long to
reach to you)
you must be strong
and stand tall
you dare not fall
give it your all
for there are those
that wish you harm
succumb not to charm
sound your alarm
danger is all around
it lurks in every corner
at every turn
(for you do i yearn)
listen and learn
for the weak feed on
your power
stand and watch them cower
stand and raise your tower
fend off barbarians from your gate
sweetness, before it's to late
the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
will be learned
wisdom to be earned
when it is me that
your spurn

the whole pig is but a part of me
as i am but a part of you
i have devoured it and consumed it
completely. you have me.
i have relished in its death
and basked in its life as it
seeped onto parched earth.
i smile while it squeals.
how it sounds so human.
do you hear me squealing?
as my heart is rent in two
and piece by piece is swallowed.
as my soul is ripped from me
and piece by piece is swallowed.
mmmm...little pig tasted so good.
how i enjoyed it.
ribs were so tender and
came easily from the bone.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
pork chop was pink to the center,
plump and required a knife to sever.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
sausage, two in number, sliced in twain.
red, and spicy, and oh...so delicious.
you huff and puff
to blow my house down.

mounds profounds
deep thoughts of your *******.
the big ones, the best ones
but never itty-bitties.

a handful, a mouthful
i love to touch.
all day, every day
is never too much.

pleading and pleading
don't tell me no.
pleasing and pleasing
rub fast and rub slow.

your *****, your bust
your ******, your ****.
the jiggling and wiggling
is always a treat.

your front, your fun-pillows
your melons, your chest.
the shaking and quaking
is always the best.

you are causing a tremor
an earthquake in my pants.
come a little closer
because mr. happy needs a chance.

there is redemption for me
in the eyes of heaven
looking down from the clouds
at a man of broken dirt
i raise my hands in supplication
so filthy and so frail,
grit and grime between my fingers,
sweat and tears on my face,
the agony of a soul in need,
pleasing and pleading, i have nowhere else to turn.
welcome me home and take me in.
hold me close and wipe my face.
tell me everything will be all better.
tell me there is no need to worry.
tell me i am forgiven.

when i was a boy,
i collected seashells.
i had the most beautiful collection
when i was a boy.

i dreamt of seashells
and what i dreamt was beside
me every morning of everday
when i was a boy.

i had red ones and blue ones
white ones and rounds ones
ones of beauty and of majesty
when i was a boy.

the world marvelled at my collection
the world coveted my collection
i had the most beautiful seashell collection
when i was a boy.

one day i looked out through a window
and saw a boy walking along the beach
he picked up the plainest of seashells
and smiled
i raged and raged and raged
for forty days and forty nights
i raged
when i was a boy.

she is the wind
blowing cool through an open window,
caressing exposed skin,
giving me shivers and
ordering hairs to stand at attention.
when i open my eyes
i see only the evidence
of her passing.

she is the wind
hanging heavy on a summer day;
...sweat beads burst from skin,
her warm touch licks them as
they roll down my face.
when i reach for her
i feel only the heat
on my fingers.

she is the wind
rustling the leaves of my soul,
swaying branches of my tree,
causing overripe memories to
fall to the ground;
leaving me bare and vulnerable
and uncertain of the future.
when i look for her
she is inside me; outside me;
and all around.
she is the wind.