Falling in love is not falling at all
It's scary at times, sure,
But you still feel safe

It's not like it is in the movies
It's not overwhelming, no,
It just feels right...

It feels natural and it fits
And your hand fits perfectly in his
And then you have fallen in love

If you were to fall, well,
Surely he would catch you
And that, my friends, is love

FALLING IN LOVE* is only for the
HEARTBROKEN
because they need someone to CATCH them
and PUT THEIR BROKEN PIECES TOGETHER

i, for one, jump and risk.
to get into it myself, and out of it MYSELF...

i can do this myself. *i will be okay myself.

The stars might look like
milky bones from afar.
Or glowing tennis *****,
still clutched in owner's hands
while the dumb dog
chases something hidden.

Did he stick his head
out the window of the spaceship?

Tongue out,
howling.

Did he know the hole
he had dug
was his own grave?

I hate when owners
pretend to throw a ball,
only to hide it behind their backs.

The dog trusts you.
The dog loves you.
The dog loves life.
The dog doesn't want to die.
The dog doesn't deserve to die.
The dog doesn't care about exploring space,
it just wants to find that ******* ball.

Well I'm back- for a while at least
the world is my oyster and I love to feast,
cause a change is as good as a rest they say,
that's why I spend so much time away,

From the green green grass and the hills of home,
like I said here I am,thought I'd write a little poem,
to my friends and family to try and explain,
why some of us are always on the next Plane,
next Train ,next Boat ,next place to rest,
put the bounds of the Earth to a test-in my chest,
is a Travel Bug I must have swallowed whole,
I'm a wandering Minstrel,a roving soul,

**So come and see me!,meet me,we'll have the Craic,
before again I wind up with a bag on my back,
like the Hulk hitch hiking,with a hare brained plan,
I'm a Man of the World,catch me while you can!

Catch waste of time is possible
but
Catch the one we love is impossible

To face the fear of being liquid, I go under, float the drift.  Leave the boat behind, no worries.  I am in no hurry     to school with the rest, colorful parrot fish, at home in the depths.  

I am not afraid of sharks materializing from the inked abyss. The nothing in their soulless eyes is just black-bottomed assessing - not one of us.

In a lazuli sea, the barracuda cartel tails me, their silver barrels rule the reef, leering grins glinting diamonds, hungry pirates seeking gold hidden in my tender lobes.  

Yellow-bellied sea snakes swarm, their sinuously wicked heads disappear and reappear on ebb and crest of every wave, see their split tongues read the chemistry of each exhaled breath.

A swollen catch unsought.  Forsworn.  What's lost will be reborn.  From within, yolk still tethered, resting on the bottom.  Net a dying heart, return it to the deep, watch it roll and flutter, remember how to beat.

Once worried sick
I went home from school
But then at home
I got enough
I packed a bag
And took the train
I had an hour
Before it would be too late
To catch up and have a talk
But the efforts was wasted
And I got hurt

I wrote in anger
I made even threats
That's a fact
I can't change what I did
While I was sitting the hour on my Way back with the train
My anger dissapeared,
But I forgot
To take down the thrash,
which I had written