The things I’ve done haunt me.

The choices I’ve made disgust me.

Do our actions define us.

Or do they redefine our directions.

Science is governed by theorems and laws, but I think its more important to learn, live, and love from nature’s flaws.  Ideal reactions exist on paper created by pencils, but really its nothing more than a flawed man’s stencil.  Something unable to exist in freeform untempered by the creative storm and unblemished by the perfect mistakes that prove its not fake.  Thats not of what I partake.  

You make my world spin and keep my gravity down.  It’s just the physics of our situation, is this our mind or the worlds creation?  Einstein was the founder of relativity but I’m sure of our brevity.  A whirlwind thats almost out of control, the dance of days that composes our souls.  Linked rhythmically together no longer singularly apart joined at the heart never to depart and so we start.  I’m not sure how this equation functions but its a positive conjunction.  I want to linearly progress without regress never to suppress or obsess but to travel and caress but I digress with my interest to express.  

I haven’t done the math but I’m almost positive one heart plus one heart equals one heart.  Thats real arithmetic, a force surely kinetic.  Attracted and reacted to form a singular product of an environment construct.  You make my world spin and keep my gravity down.  It’s just the physics of our situation.

A bullfrog dipped in molasses,
A quagmire, a slow abyss

What to do about this,
The cost of a late night kiss

Dragging on and on,
Payment for love at the break of dawn.

Money well spent,
The value of feelings sent

You are a seed, that life has sown and as I nurture you I feel as a man I’ve grown.  You take root through the soil and dusk through dawn we both toil.

You are an explosion of colors that dance across my vision, and like the best of surgeons in my heart you made a careful incision.

You are a dance that moves to a different beat and when I move with you I feel complete.

You are a constant in my equation, no matter how many times I divide like the perfect value your always inside.

You are proof that I’ll never even the score with life because I know I’ll always owe more  to pay back the karmic balance of this miracle allowance.

Super chill and relaxed near to hitting the sack I sit back and let it flow, the magical melodies to cure your maladies, warp your reality, the goal is to enhance your day with what I say.  They slip and slide, the way my thoughts glide, making me sit back and sigh, with content that another day has gone by and I’m glad of this gift sent, an angel from heaven lent.  The source of my smile, she’s got my heart on dial, lock stock and like two smoking barrels this is hot, and my soul she’s got.  

I’m glad of this mental exercise that deposits my truths never lies, I feel sorry for the other people that don’t surrender to their creative sides to follow their own artistic guides that free them from their mortal reality, a shackled prison that drains the brain and makes you grow old and before you know it your soul is sold for gold, and you just do what your told, another man made from the mold, is your life cold?

Poetry takes you away, freedom to say what you may any day more than ok, where your brain floats your heart lays.  Imagination is the truest form of creation, and you break your own limitation with this sensation.  If it floats to the top it I just let it drop to the paper and it becomes another one of my capers, I invent, never repent, take these words my brain sent, inspiration lent, let them all know what my heart meant, and its all to prevent the stagnation of my imagination.

The day the child dies is when the light goes out behind his eyes, and becomes another one of the guys and that’s the start of the demise.  Falling under the standard “Whats normal?” guise, this is the **** I despise and when I see it my heart  dies.  We all need to step back take off the disguise, stop, think, reach for the skies, and take the prize.