What's the point of waking
Only to be lost in the monotony of masses
Extraordinary is a myth, days blur
And time only passes

Trudge through the doldrums again
Unseen through shaded glasses
No one sees uniquities
And time only passes

And what of the broken wishes?
Teardrops roll down eyelashes
There's no escape fighting fate
And time only passes

Let go.
Fall away
From all the concepts
You were told to
Follow.

Drift away.
Let the strings
That
Attach
You to this life
be clipped.

Succumb.
Forget what once was
And find what will be.

If you can't climb
Out of the dark
Hole
That is your life,
Fall.

Fall.
Back in
To the dreams
You left.
There
You will be safe.

Loved.
Wanted.
Happy.

Find that flower.
Blast away,
All the parts
Wishes
Are made
Of. . .

There I was
Drunk on the move
talkin' it up
gettin into my groove

and along they came
four seasons in all
but who I met first
I can't seem to recall

summer was sweet
fall and winter were chill
but not until spring came
did I feel the thrill

we talked for awhile
she told me "wait here"
so that's where I sat
alone with my beer

it's all up to chance now
I can't do a thing
I could just be sitting here
waiting for spring

but shortly I saw her
come in through the door
stepping over a pirate
and "Micheal Phelps" on the floor

she sat with me there
I'd not waited in vain
I hope that this girl
lets me see her again

But a glassy eyed vampire
burst in wearing flip-flops
and said to the crowd
"better split, its the cops!"

and split we all did
had to make wing
now she's gone again
and I'm waiting for spring

days later on campus
I saw her once more
no costume or liquor
feet firm on the floor

we laughed for awhile
but she had to split
I asked all cool
and she gave me her digits

we kicked it again
now I wait for the ring
and once more I find myself
waiting for spring

he weaves home buzzed on bicycle falls asleep telephone rings 3 AM waking him suspects it is Reiko does not pick up receiver momentary pause rings again 5 times does not pick it up truth is he is still weak for her unable to fall back to sleep gets up makes tea ignores steaming cup decides instead on glass of wine watch telephone does not ring again he sips smokes cigarette march winds rattle window stares out at darkness

following week Cal insists they go to tittie bar Odysseus agrees they order 2 for 1 beers steak and lobster 12 dollar special watch vast assortment of ******* clad bare breasted women Cal comments makes me forget about the hell my life is Odysseus acknowledges i hear you their attendance becomes weekly ritual bartenders bouncers dancers managers know them by name Odysseus smiles flirts with familiar athletic flat-chested brunette believes dancers grasp powers wiles of female mystique that current feminist movement condemns Cal warns dancers are all phony all they want is money Odysseus glances away from blonde female gyrating against pole on stage you’re right Cal why am i such a sucker for a pretty girl? creases brow ponders besides everyone’s thoughts and feelings we are our bodies variations of nature unequal characteristics beauty casts unjust hierarchy of privileges what you might refuse a 1000 you will permit with 1 suitably possessing beauty’s fascination beauty corrupts renders us slaves it’s sick like rilke wrote each single angel is terrible think about it Cal doesn’t beauty tend to take advantage and in doing so does all beauty hide some selfish truth? In that self-interest comes loneliness why am i attracted to that selfishness? isolation? Cal looks points replies chill Odys check out puffy ******* at bar

later Odysseus comments i want to write a book about process of growing questioning choosing love over hate aging death Cal remarks me too Odys if you finally write yours swear to me you won’t dress it up with chase scenes murders surprise twist ending just tell the truth about what happens to a person as they go through life keep it real keep it uncompromised

Feel the weight of the world fall down on you
The pain of the past
Running through your head
But it's good for you
These tears are good for you
They are a reminder of a lesson learned,
A life destroyed.
Our unhappy family
Suffered in silence
Because of one choice,
One decision

"When we were all in heaven, I'm glad you chose to be part of our family."

I would never choose that kind of pain
And I know you were lying
You would rather have your perfect dreams
And you never let us forget that.

And maybe that's something I'm thankful for
Because I can never forget
The mistake you both chose to make.

I would not live with myself
If I voluntarily put my daughter in that danger,
If I were to give her anything but the best life I could give her.

we are flowing, growing. like flowers
twiddling away the syrupy hours
feverantly running, we
have nothing but our breath
free from gravity;
we are tripping, skipping. through parking lots
weary of these individual thoughts
syrup flowing over pages
times is nothing, we are ageless
conscious-less, in bliss. like serenity
but full with unearthly energy
we are chances, advances. like wild fire
running through night without tire
we are harmony, calm sea. potential
unworried by what's consequential
we are youth, love. surreality