I can't write like you do
I can't really compose
Grace has always eluded me
In movement and in prose

You write of such big things
But they are still all the same
Me? I can't really toy
With ideas so insane

I'm not a professional wordsmith
My art hasn't been trained
When I write, the words flow easy
Unabashed and Untamed

You and your words are sculpted
Precisely, with finesse
But with a subdued gloss and lack luster
So twisted so suppressed

And now I see my dear self
Finally in a clear way
Not in my movements or in the glass
but on my inked page

So if you ask me, dear self
Which cage do I choose?
I'd choose my dented brass one
Instead of your golden noose.

Across the river in the woods
she met the white tiger;
she wished to surrender
the opposite was his desire.

I desire to go deeper
into your intimate-space.

I yearn to travel into
all your nooks and crannies.

I want to decipher
a new language,
implement fresh code
onto your mainframe.

My aim is to please
beyond all recognition.

Can't you tell Sweet Darling?
I'm in love with modern technology
& its swell electric-buzz!

The lizard approached
the beautiful tree..
made his play
you might say.
Started to climb
with such glee
intentioned to stay
all the day.
He then went limp
down he fell.
What had happened
no one could tell.
He was checked out
when he lost his function.
Found to have
a dreaded problem..
    ... called...
Reptile Dysfunction.
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The Lizard might have
stopped to See Alice
before the charge or his friend
Viguana.

(C) 03-2014. John stevens

I lie in my bed
Staring and thinking

Tick tock of the clock
Days thoughts still lingering

I want to slow
My swirling mind

I think if I don't
I'll leave something behind

How can I turn off
These perpetual thoughts

I need a remote
To just hit pause

I walk through the crowd
To go sit down

Music playing
Way too loud

I can't think
I can't breathe

I liked to get up
Walk and leave

I suddenly realize
I'm at home alone

I gotta stay away from that tea!