"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Her alias was Sunrise
The affable Sky
Brags her entity
In the high latitude
Her voice was heard.

There exists Energy
He puts up the plug
With the invisible outlet
Of the naked Sky
His charged particles
Brought collision
Brought wonder
To the full-sized Universe.

The solar wind
The Earth
Both were crowd-pullers
Every one knelt down
As they see
The Roman Goddess of Dawn
Her melodramatic entrance
Her chameleon-like aptitude
The neon lights
Without Christmas *****
Made her zone broaden.

I am the Seeker
A Dreamer
In this winter breeze
I lied down
With the techy remote
Unearthing
The Goddess of Fantasy.

(12/5/13 @xirlleelang)

We all have our demons inside of us.

I just happened to swallow the devil.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

You can take what I have
You can hurt me into nothingness
You can speak about me in that foul way

Use me, berate me
There's no one to inflate me
You can grab my hand
And tell me you hate me

That I'm unworthy
That I should be dead
That my birth was a mistake
That I should go to church and pray
That I'll die today

But let me tell you something
You are a piece of dirt
Would I stoop to your level?
To get trod upon?

I think not.

But you will never be better than me
You will always be the filthy person who,
Untrue to their words,
Will never be something great

I will rule a nation
I will organize a society
I will be recognized.

You, however, will be the beggar on the ground
Begging for scraps
Your wild hair specked with mud,
Your hands covered in dirt.

You will remember when you treated me like I was the dirt beneath
Your expensive shoe-clad feet
When you thought you had me beat
You thought your insults were sharp spears
Ready to impale me,
To **** me.

You will look at yourself
A ***** person with puffy, ****** lips
Tattered rags that hang on your body and show what is under them
You will cry,
And it will be a bath.

You can tell me I'm not good enough
You can tell me I'm a spawn of some horrible creature
You can tell me what you want.

But there will come a time
When you look at yourself.