My subconscious is an icky place
A trash bin, a place to sweep the dust and hide old things
The old things are my unwanted memories
They pile up and now it's a dump

My conscious is clean and beautiful
Spotless, but I made a mistake
Instead of taking care of my memories, I just threw them away
Now when I sleep, I pay

There's a cold curtain
over my eyes.
Stealing away
the little bit of light
I need to feel.
I don't want to believe
that the world is
desolate and dark;
and that people die
without good reason.

Everything I own in my home
Came from mail order catalogs
From the authentic Star Trek front door knocker
To the Lavender bear rug in the hall

Some may say I'm a nerd
Truth be known I just don't like shopping at the mall
The selection in this weeks issue is outrageously sweet
Place your order fast, do not stall

Just name your collection they come complete
Darth Vader bean bags, plus Yoda sheets
Only Mail order can you find a Chartreuse scarf
In the store they tried to sell me yellow, it just made me ****

And with Finger Hut having daily specials
From hot air balloons for hamsters to Jacuzzi fish bowls
There's no need to question my answer
Just mark it all down as sold

With UPS and FedEx these days knocking down my door
I barely have time to open up my mail order score
As piles and piles of boxes are taking over my rooms
I pull out the latest magazine and place my order for June

I wonder, and think of you
I pray, the best for you
I get happy, I met someone like you
I get lost, in my own emotions loving you
I trust, my instict my heart my soul
I believe, you felt the same spirit flame
I rest, in warmthness of your heart
I undress, in the thoughts of your heart
I miss, you infinitely such move done kiss
I guess, it was not the time you'd be mine
I survived, dead man walking alive
I dream, what could that mean forever
I wait, it's getting late & I'm at the gates

Goodnight sweet treasure of heaven,
In love feels, like nothing ever felt before
Pour your tender love I'm craving for more...

Your words no one can match you, what a great catch, how lucky I am we attached
In love's whirlwind, in a spin, we finally declare victory & win...

You are me & I am you,
If only you knew
Unfortunately, you have no clue
My eyes were made just for you

I'm true my dear loving blue moon...

I wanted to kiss Death one Monday afternoon,
but Death had moved his face away from mine,
instead putting his chapped lips to my ear and whispered,
"my girl, you are too beautiful and too loved, you have too much to offer for something as dark and as lonely to kiss you.
so my girl, I will give you Life instead, and you will take her hands in yours, allowing yourself to be the strong girl I know you can be.
and when it's your time,
I will let you kiss me,
but my girl,
that time is not now."
Death had vanished from my view,
and was replaced with the wonderful mystery of Life.
I took her hands in mine,
filled with the desire that maybe I did have something to offer.

I'm going to make it my goal
to write a poem
Of all my leftovers
I have laying around
Take out my pen
like a butter knife
Spread it as thick
or as thin as I like

I'll take a tad bit from here
a tid bit from there
Something new I might add
to give it some flair
I have more than enough
to fill up a page
What I don't rhyme out in time
I'll end up giving away

Cause leftovers don't last
to long by themselves
If they don't soon go to poem
then they sit and get stale
So I'll do what I can
to give them a home
And place them all in
a leftover poem

If you feel so much pain
If you feel you can't leave
If you feel hurt cuz of me
If you feel I'm sadness
If you feel and it's real

Just let me be
Just let me go
Just leave me alone
Just ignore me for good
Just do it for your own good

Poetry is my therapy
Poetry is my form of expression
Poetry is my hobby
Poetry is my thing
Poetry is something I'm into

I make music, I make poetry, I make art, I make education, I make improvisation, I make creativity, I make invention,

I make I create

If you were a rock you'd be a diamond,
no not a diamond but a ruby
Not because of your red hair
but because of your impurity

Because even with impurity,
you still shine so bright to me.

I would be a lump of coal
burning bright
so you can shine,
for one brief moment
My light is thine.