She had eyes like a crater,
Innocent as any girl could be.
I think she had some bruises when I met her,
But it never seemed to deter me.

I chased her like a dog chasing tails,
Was only then I started to notice her ***** nails.
And then those Yellow eyes,
Blue and Yellow never look pretty to my mind.

She belled me with croaky breathes of air,
I rushed to her house shook and scared.
She was slumped against a wall with the choker she used to wear,
Strapped around her arm and specks of ***** in her hair.

She's got track marks like a craters,
Darkness lay dormant in her soul.
A once natural and elegant Beau,
Now alone in the world of ****** and Blow.

A coconut grove,
With one tall wind turbine;
Every wind blows amused!

your love is toxic

my lungs collapsing

beneath the weight of such ugly feelings

so much like a rock

abrasive and heavy

are the words that spill from your mouth

like a faucet of filth

the pressure building

bright red blossoms

like a blow to the face

when presidents blow a gasket
the world goes to hell in a basket

Sitting waiting in the packed room,
trying not to adopt the mood,
watching bubbles rise 'What's 'er name'?
sensing movements, glancing eyes.
A few know each other,
smile hello, kids bellow.

This is not the place for show.
The bubbles silently burst.
No effort worth the candle
sadly burning, spluttering.
Sighs sour invisible clouds,
waiting for the 'Next , please' blow.

Demur nature's forces and prehend a leaf
The wind is an experienced pitcher and a fan, may I ask are you?
As the leaf drifts in the draught, catch this one, we'll have a laugh over a draught
The dimensions and weight of the frond will have your senses to and thro'
Importance of equanimity is essential, do not blink, and for goodness sake do not hit that tree
A few numerous attempts to catch that elusive bract, you're out of breath
However, even though nature's force is cunning, she'll give your breath back
Now the leaf is at knee level, baseball slide, football tackle, or hockey dive, ready your hands
The stiple's erratic motion is bewildering as the tension of the chance arise's
And just as nature and yourself breath out the prehend fall's in the pond with a graceful landing

Rewind the time to the cold New Year
Where the only sounds that I would hear
Were the melodies resonating through the air where they hung
And pops rambling stories at the top of his lungs
Engrossed all hours by the studious stare
Cured by EtOH and the LCD glare

But something awakened in me when you came into frame
A lightning strike resetting life was nature's own game
Now I dream deeply at night because my mind is at ease
No more minuscule ruts that I've failed to appease
But every so often the wakeful state returns
And in flows every thought - 'til my tired brain churns
I feel every fiber and my soul goes heavy
The thoughts, still flooding, have broken the levee

I've never learned, never earned, never yearned for such affection
But the storm winds howled and pushed this direction
Every thunderous thud echoing from my chest
When I plan what to say, but don't know the rest
When I look at your face and see the life in your eyes
Nothing else could leave me so revitalized
The storm has passed, but an angel descended
So begins a new story that has not quite yet ended