You don't seem to understand,
That everyone gets upset.
Yet I feel,
I need to comfort you,
Like you're mine.

I understand things are tough,
But they could be worse.
You could be
Falling
For some idiot,
Who lives miles away
And won't come see you.

You could be
Waiting up for them,
Thinking,
About them falling for other people,
Mascara running.

You could be
Afraid to ask
If they would be yours.
Because you don't want to ruin what little you have with them.
And hurting.
Every day.

I need cheering up.

You don't seem to understand,
That I get upset.
And I feel,
You need to comfort me,
Like you're mine.

With eyes engorged
My senses surge
I found a thin place
Where triumph cowers in a visions range
As our worlds converge
There, plain as day
Where I swear I've seen your face
I kneel down to pray
But I can hardly say your name

My precious angel heaven sent from above,
when God placed you in my arms I felt unconditional love.

Everyday I am amazed that your sweet little soul,
has made my life so complete and whole.

I gaze into your eyes and it's hard to believe,
it's like I'm staring at a mirror image of me.

When we're sitting on the porch and I sing you a tune,
you understand every word and respond with "ah goo".

As I hold you in my arms and you grin ear to ear,
I know im my heart that I'm mother of the year!

sometimes words are not enough
to convey exactly how you feel
the emotion to strong for you
to string together meaningless words

times have changed
words don't have the same meaning they once had
abused by people who are master manipulators
who play the game of deception as tradition


sometimes words are not enough
and get caught among the rip tides of your thought process
where its all  never ending thoughts
one leading to the other and so fourth


maybe you feel like you won't be heard
or maybe that its not even close to how you truely feel
some dicpictions of ones self
are hyroglifics and can't be understood

sometimes words are not enough
to let someone know how you feel
and maybe its best. for the outcome
may not be what you expect.

I think poets are aliens… from another planet
I mean, we must be
You have to be off your rocker to get it, to understand it…
I mean, is it just me…
That sees it?
The way we took grammar, complicated as they made it...
And blew the rules to the wind, we decided to ‘breeze’ it
We made up our own… and as a sensible man...
I can say, they don’t even need to make sense
Because they are what they are… poetic and intense
I really think we are not human though… I'm being serious about this
We go around seeing through a third eye
I know because I am about this
And we are crazy I tell you
We see the art in everything
We probably came up with the phrase ‘an about kiss’…
Or an 'almost kiss'… whatever
‘It’s either a kiss or it’s not, it’s as simple as that’...
The rest of society thinks… oh, but the poet would have none of that
We are weird I tell you
Us artistic types
We open our minds to anything and everything
We even befriend the mystic types
We would take it there… or allow our curiosity to take our minds anywhere
We would experiment to a point where we’re tripping out
We would… and you know it, just as long as it’s something to write about
This creativity thing is like a super power… **** it!
I rest my case… arrest me and take me back to my mother planet.