His passion is-
as deep as my love for him.
His mind magnificent!
-my mind unknown.
His patience as of a lamb's,
-my playfulness mistaken.


6:26pm/ 6:31 thursday, may 25th.

Games :p just for fun.

I tease you Tahi, I tease you.

Better off
Just living as a plant
I would assume
They don't need to
Work all their life
Don't have anybody
Talking bad about them
They don't need
To pay attention
In school
Best of all they can die
Yet be reborn again
Next season

Twiddle dee doo
A watch from afar
Tweedle dee dah
I gaze upon my star
Clear skies to my delight
Nesting alone - peace, quiet
Best* night by far
A lost lightning bolt zaps*
A thrill through my spine
My mouth agape
My calm night has ended its time.
The lightning bolt nailed its target
A fresh, green lime
2 feet from where I was rooted.

Fri, may 19, 2017 3:09pm

Running ,she whizzes past a gentleman fellow
His nature confuffled, a feather in his hat, yellow.
I glance once more seeking a quiet spot to mellow
Catch my breath , before i bellow
A crane grazes the ground beneath me , to which i look up hearing his "hello"
A street musician strums sad tunes on his chelo

~


so obvious the mistake
the ordered disorganization

the summation of a man's life
in an ampersand -
a logogram connection
tween two words,  
finally, properly sequenced

error then trial, then error then trial

perception - my life is an endless trial
punctuated and worsened,
periodically pierced
by errors
made of your own free (not really) choosing

"whenever confronted by a fork in my road,
I always chose wrongly"

and aye, here's the rub
the same mistake made repeatedly

example prime:
falling in love is just another way of saying
gonna end badly

and you constant cravenly confess
to yourself the ending unbecoming cause
you can read the handwriting on the wall
for your specialty is


*only love poetry for dummies

All flowers would cease to bloom! Nightingales would sound as crows !
My lips would only resemble graveyards bearing nothing but dullness,
The skin on my flesh would be pale- as the blood of love would be drained from mine heart.
The sun shan't rise and -
the only showers would be the rains from mine eyes
If he were to to be sad

6:55pm Friday 15th July. 2016