If having a good time is considered Not working,
I'd rather not work.
Do not classify work as some dreaded war.
Work is what we are,
Fully functioning to the core.
I'd rather see with crisp vision
Vivid color and precision.
Sustain that thought as long as I'm living.

Do you want me to spell it out?

Or scream it to your face?

The chemistry between us could destroy this place!

Meet at the crossroad
a disclosed location safe in the cover of shadows
silence our ally
street lights - kryptonite
we shield our eyes
and listen intently to each others' minds
without conflict
trying to reconstruct it
...maybe one day...

"Hold me closer"
Is all that races through my mind
Besides the occasional
"No don't stop"

If thats not power I don't know what is

insanity
I love your pain
I love your depression
I love your addiction
I love your secrets
I love your inconsistency
I love
*you

Sleep, evading me.
Torturing agony, Please!
Awake, immobile.

Just grow!
Forget it.
Move on.
Just grow!
Grow!
Grow!
Grow and grow!
The world won't wait.

As a boy he was told this day would come
To use the box of his lineage
A day to lock away adolescent things and childish dreams
Today he said goodbye to a gleam in his eyes
Closing the lid on a world soon forgotten
As he exchanged innocence for an iron clad fist
He was warned of this day
The day he would no longer see things with child like wonder
Today is the day
A day that all men must face
The day when they will have to use their box
And clasp each lock
Today is the day

I could lose myself
in her soft green eyes
in her dimples when she smiles
in the little hints of baby that are still clinging
to her face.

I could lose myself
in her infectious laugh
in her deep, giggly voice
in the scent of her hair that smells like shampoo,
and sweat, and ketchup

I could lose myself
in her dreams of glitter and princes
in her songs that make no sense
in her stories that go on, and on,
and on

I could lose myself
in thoughts of who she'll be one day
in thoughts of her hopes and dreams
in thoughts of the boy
who will steal her heart.

I watch her as she sleeps
her breath even and slow
her face so soft and serious
I lay here next to her,
and I get lost.

Dig my feet in
make the earth below me  spin

watch the green and snapping branches
coalesce and dim

I am among the light, the barely here
the about to begin