Where do babies come from?
Do they come from the bright blue sky up above?
Up where the doves sing and shout?

Do they come from a bright world full of hope?
Do they come from angels in love?
Saints blessing the world?

They come from tobacco-ridden men,
They come from girls who want to grow up too fast,
They come from demons in lust,
They come from broken homes.

They come from broke dads in debt,
They come from girls who beg to be left alone,
They come from pleading, screaming,
They're an accident, from centuries ago.

But in this day and age, aren't we all birthing addicts?

A daily riddle
Has come to mind
Where abstract words
Break an abstract mind
And things once healed
Fall apart
After the moon hits that mark
Thoughts are runny
Dilapidated ears hear harsh lullabies
But no baby cries
Just you and I
Cries fit for the night
The dubious night
The doubtful night
The dangerous night
Our night

The mood is right;
headache,
loud noise,
babies crying,
tight spaces.

You notice all the curves and lines you would have never saw, some people close their eyes while others stare out a small glass circle to admire white cotton candy and mix of green and blue.
No matter your place at the moment, you dream of the adventure to come when you reach the place where the ants roam.

The mood is right;
head dreaming,
loud thoughts,
babies learning,
new spaces.

Nothing beats the power, the beauty, and the purity of those two little innocent eyes that stare at you: that which cries but are not sad; that which smiles and puts your corrupted soul to shame. Its mere glimpse has you surrendered; the masks shattered. There's nothing as powerful a mirror as them. There's nothing as divine as them. Try as much as you may, you shall never defeat them, at least not for that brief period of time. It holds you captive, and you would always want to remain so, such is its power of enchantment.

This young man in front of me
Nor care nor hate
A sense of indifference
A sense of unfamiliarity
I don’t know him
He doesn’t know me
I don’t love him as much
I doubt he does as well
In my dreams
This young fragile baby in my cradle
The tiny tot,
grinning from ear to ear, an injection of innocence
Replaced with glum
How reality hits
How life hits hard
Carefree laughter
As replaced by swear words
Where did that little boy go?
I miss him dearly
Stroke his hair, watch him while he sleeps
I miss him dearly...
Keep coming to my dreams, little boy
That’s where you belong now
Life

I keep very busy,
I work through and through,
I try not to pause
because when I do
I can't help but think of you.
I go out on dates,
I go out with friends,
I hate when the day ends,
Because when it does,
I can't help but miss us.

When I lay in this bed,
A thousand miles away,
Full of translucent regrets
that keep falling down my face,
I admit I miss my baby
that I never got to name.
And I miss the love I lost
Ever since you went away.
Dearest friend I hope you're doing fine,
I Just wanted to tell you
That I miss you tonight.

The time flies on by,
I try not to wonder why,
You left me all alone,
Because when I do,
I can't help but think of you.

I bury our baby
Deep within my heart.
I hate that memory,
And how it tears me apart.
Because when it does,
I can't help but miss us.

When I laid in that bed,
A thousand miles away,
Surrounded by strangers,
Without a familiar face.
I admit I miss my baby
that I never got to name.
And I miss the love I lost
Ever since you went away.
Dearest friend I hope you're doing fine,
I Just wanted to tell you
That you're still on my mind.