I don't smoke to get high,
It's so much more than that
I smoke to suddenly feel
all 650 muscles
simultaneously
relax.

Blink blink
Eyelashes flutter
Running water
Let me shrink

Alone, peaceful, quiet
Soaking
Bubbles popping
Calm, my body met

Paper pages
Soul sleeping
Faucet weeping
Erasing edges

My heart is your second home.
Waiting for you to get home after a long day of work.
Drive up the pathway of eyes and park.
I'll be looking behind the blinds.
Talking to you the whole while.
Pass the trees of every heart throb.
The sun inching further down.
Our moods the opening of the door.
I am hoping that you take tomorrow off.
You've had a long day and I completely understand.
Even if you have to leave, don't forget you always have a home here.
Where you are always welcome.
Where there are no bills, no worldly stress.
The depth of how we communicate.
Always there to welcome you back

What if it all
stopped
all of a sudden
maybe it would give us a chance to breathe
a chance to feel
a chance to be alive
I wouldn’t know what that’s like
instead I continue living in a constant world
where everything must be
immediate
and instantaneous
and there isn't enough time
but also too much
and everything blends together
until
it becomes as
meaningless
as the sad life
I live

wouldn’t it be nice to look at the world with new eyes?
with fresh lungs that can
pause
between thoughts
and take in the breathtaking beauty
that surrounds me
while the rest of the people on earth continue
in their feeding frenzy
trying to consume everything
when really
everything
s
l
o
w
l
y
consumes them.

i'm ready to go home now
a real home
where i feel weightless
where i feel free
where my stomach doesn't hurt
and my bones don't ache
and i feel warm
and you are their to feel it with me
because you deserve a new skeleton star girl

As far as I can see, elocution and declamation
Thee this and thou that
Whence and wheresoever
Isthmus and anemone
Vitriolic and Diatribe
Bloviate and aplomb

But feeling has no discrimination.
Rococo words are not needed
Simply put is just as good
Too much icing makes a cake too sweet.

Bon appetit

Just passing through,
simply to absorb the wonderful view.

What a pleasure it can be,
strolling through a forest on a Sunday afternoon.