For all intents and purposes we live in different universes

Its a bit too much much, what we feel
between your mascara lines
and my rifle's steel
My carbon-tipped boots and your high heels
paying for your nails and these light bills
your fingertips are still digging deeper into my back pocket
My wallet, I wanted this  
but steady paychecks don't mean we can afford a tryst
with a solo violinist and a dinner candle-lit
pent-up in the penthouse painted
red, jaded rooftops, movie sponsorships
Blockbuster hits not folded dented
Like your life is rented through my hardships

Your presence is like Midas touch
a bit too much,
we,
smile at the sight-of each others blush
nah, not but
we ****-heads over bread
over loafs
over who gives better head
instead
of which heart is gripped by the solid gold clutch

Your blessed
with nothing less
than a poet's
verse and thoughts
of a person stressed
by fantasies and a mind possessed
with the dictionary
Body's hidden in the trees.
Spirit flowing with the breeze

Its nothing less
than light in a benighted city

Its nothing less
than beauty on a face blemished

You are nothing less
than the words you use.
they transcend death
and abuse
the evil in humanity's soul.
Your ideas are bold.
As you grow old remember,
your blessed with nothing less.

The following are three random poems I made up today

                                                                My Shirt

Red, black and grey
are the colors of my shirt today
It matches my shoes vans
A pair of blue jeans
in between
to represent my blues


                                                         ­                Comp Book

I started with 100 sheets
now there are 78
free from the mesh of madness
hidden beneath the grates

                                            
                                                                ­            Hats
I don't like to wear hats
well, I do like beanies
but this nonsense over fitted caps
is just an excuse for people to be meanies