Tell me a secret,
I don’t scare easily.
I’ll go first.
Confession: I want you to be ugly
Dark.
Caustic.
Honest.
Remorseless.
A Thief.
The thing I was warned about...ugly.
I want a reason, a vile reason you even look at me.
Selfish. Ugly. Reason...you believe in reason.
It is hard to imagine you are normal
I say that not to mean ordinary (which you have never even sat in a waiting room with)
You are the swirled colors,
the flowers I see in my imagination that has no occupants,
Not because they choose, but I chose it to be that way,
I chose you to be swirled colors and flowers I see.

You are not
Charred.
Jaded.
Broken.
Needy.
Weak.
Dishonest.
Misleading.

I am waiting to see your ugly...
But maybe there isn’t any,
You even apologize when you think you may have let “it” out,
I promise you,
I have never seen you
as anything but
Lovely,
Loveworthy,
Love Me...?

Why would you even look at me then?
How could you assess me the way you do,
And make me believe the tenderness you radiate onto me so thoroughly; permanently.
Gently touching my worn face with your ******-guitar-calloused fingertips
And giving me the look you do.
Seeing me without motive; without malice
I’m not Little Red and you are not the wolf,
It is hard to let that be,
But I will,
I am,
I have?
I HAVE.
The in-betweens,
The aboves,
The mourning doves,
that remind me of you,
your smell,
as well,
as the pillow I refuse to wash,
your skin to my bed cloth
to my skin to yours...

Lately I am really hoping I am not the Wolf.
History, I love you, but take a vacation,
Please,
Don’t mark this,
Don’t let this be another thing to take,
Let me keep my smile,
Let this one be with me for a while.

A mother's love is never faltering.
A mother's love is never halting.
A mother's judgement is never erring.
A mother's dream is to supply all needs.
A mother's goal is to instill good deeds.
A mother's commitment, is to the one, that
she loves!
A mother's reward is thanks, for all of
the aboves!
This mother says 'she will always protect
you all your life'...'Just to see that there is
no danger or strife'.'For a sharing of love
is my duty to you'...'Your happiness, i'll
guarantee to make, you safe and true! '
'I'll kiss those owie's to make them not hurt'...
'I'll buy you nice things for school, maybe new
shoes and a shirt.' 'My love will stay forever
and ever'...'To you i'll never say never! '
'My love for you shall never fade'...'And
that's the promise that i've made! '

i am the like of you
you're the here of me too
i'm the constance between
you're the love me unseen

i'm the felt top left fence
you're the bareness repents
i'm the take true to leave
you're the endless receive

we're the crawl into two
we're the space that we knew
we're the crashing aboves
we're the pundits of love

old.... still,
kind,  
strength steps in,  
new paradigms to be created
all in long, past passion

yet still able,
yet ever will able,
to grow wisdom,


they...out there beyond
find new a rythmn
and  purpose
is it to be....

on all varigated,
arangements..... a new twist
perhaps....
some order, to the paradox
of the aboves.

what our...
never-ever-never world
should be,
we are a realm of
be all, end all, have all.

elephant's, we are to faded parchment memories.
the  mouse within,
loves a quiet,
realm of the wise....  
and careful, considered...
thought

but you...you....
fall beneath the thunder
of my steps...
in vain attempts,
to gain insight into
the hyperbole of my elephant's spinning dance

and the back scratching monkey's  never silent thought's
initiating as they be,
into the colour spectrum
of the latest...
popular...populace, fearful fancy.

be quiet as needs be,
says the mouse
the world will...
awake to wisdom,

spend fruitful time...
awaiting the calm to break

never is it above strength
allowed
the roles, the gifts,
we are given.

be  in on the  elephant's  new rythmn
and far above the monkeys purile, speculation

need, need, needs,rememeber awlays... quiet, desperate passion,  
and to fall gently
beneath the winds of change

be, find, do,
the extra-ordinary
see the kindness in the eyes
of all you encounter
and unfailingly,
return
the hopeful glace

burn, burn the oldest order
set the worlds,
infinite whorls......aright

and then
sing the stars
to sleep...
in the purple,
winkled, wrinkled hours
of the calm and pristine
shadowed span of the night.

There is a girl from the Sun,
Of substance and wit,
Who, I'd like to know better,

And love.


She ankles the grieving
Dark knights of the soul.
She deepens belief

In Aboves.


She nerves me with giftings,
And words, 'that's so sweet'
But it's fruitless, it's no-go,

It's lack.


So I, thumb-twiddler patient,
Sail out round complacents,
I write of her, and dream,

As I tack.

sometimes this vein,
it breaks and bursts,
entirely filled with grief,
for someone lost to early,
to the man aboves,
harsh greed,
to remembrance of the better times,
when we let each other breathe

sometimes this vein,
is angered,
as am I, most of the time,
with the wishes and the grants that,
I know get left behind,
and I just don’t want to leave you,
it just doesn’t feel kind,
but the man in the sky wants me,
so I have to go this time

sometimes this vein,
it makes me cry,
sometimes it makes me scream,
it wonders and it ponders,
what does it all mean?
as I wilt and then I waiver,
between this life and the next,
sometimes it makes me wonder,
sometimes it stops in its tracks,
why your life and not mine,
I long to have you back

i am inside a maze

curved streets all around
glass neatly cut
sunshine that kisses the ground

everyone here is amazed

the trees are bright
anew green
everywhere you see is light

velvet dresses and lace

the sapphire sky covers the land
welcoming the birds
who sing and pray to the aboves

look at the skyline
oh, how pretty is the scene
of kids playing in these streets

and everyone in this maze
is happy and free
the air smells like flowers
it is always spring

we are all happy here
the highs of the land
the beautiful places where
good is all around

there's no thing as misery
there's no thing as theft
we are all happy
in this unnamed hell

do not let it fool you
do not let it blind
the whispers in the red mouths
are nothing more than chants
draw the curtains
do not peek inside
behind the jewles and ties
there's nothing more than lies

kids waking between sobs
wives countouring flaws
husbands drinking the green rolls

the houses are all the same
magnificents buildings one beheld
safe places for the lost

you would never know what goes down there
for the rumors are all true
but different from all

because that one might be pregnant
and that one is not sane
that one destroyed my life
but no one will ever tell
the tale that is unsaid

it is all a big set up
for the rest of the town to know
that we are all perfect
perfectly fit  for this hell-hole

do not mistake
do not be decived
for we all may speak freely
and elegantly
but we are all the same

all lost and not found
by this inmaculate maze

that blonde mane
and that pretty dress
they are all set ups
for that dark frame

it is insane how many believe
how some are blind
and pray over the prejudices
and stories spread

we are all pretending
fighting for the starring role
award-worthy actors
for a shame-worthy role

because we sail on the boats
and we play the sports
and speak the languages
and we sing the songs

it does not mean anything
especially not me
we are all pretending to be
especially me

i do not belong
i do not belong no more
the leaves are gone from the tree
and tree with no leaves is not worth
so i should go
i should start somewhere new
somewhere were no-leaves is rule
but i cannot, no
i shall not;
for all i know and love
is in this maze of mine

i may be the biggest glitch
a fault in a perfect system
what i was then is not what i am now
but i love the feeling
oh, i love the glam
i love the labels they put on me
and i wear them proud

because baby we are all lost here
and we all are genuine frauds