There's ether in
the cloud at the
bottom of the hill.
Birthdays come and
go,
and they seal the deal.
Feelings change with
the wind,
but time is real.
It's a thief,
and it likes to steal.

This too will pass
He said
but the passing is slow
I said
look deep inside
He said
Too much to ask
I said

Just to be here now
nowhere else but here
is a feat for me
in my erratic mind
but now it’s just you and nobody else
no beauty queen
with voluptuous ******* and sparkling eyes
just you in your magnificence
I melt away my I-ness
and fall into your love alone.

Words, once said, stay,
Thoughts stay too,
Only people go.

It's the talent
Of making people bored
With an overload of uninspired
Drivel
The talent is in believing
It's not bored and
Uninspired
Kind of how I am ignoring how
Bored and uninspired this
Drivel is
It's going no where
Really
But it's started
So it must go somewhere
Right?
Another useless poem
Heading off
Taillights in the night