A four legged animal
Called mans best friend
Always has time for me
and a ear to lend

He sits there so patiently
as I pour out my heart.
Its like he wants to heal me
but has no clue where to start.

He places his little paw on my hand
like everything will be okay.
Whoever thought I'd get this love from
an animal especially a stray ?!?

He looks up at me like he knows
what is going through my mind.
How can something that speaks no words
be so patient and so kind ?

Those deep brown eyes look up at me
like owner don't you cry
And then I look back at him
and its like God just told me "Why".

Maybe I need to write about it maybe I need to talk about it maybe I need to take a breath and breathe for second stop choking for a second chill out and breathe and inhale and maybe smoke just a **** just twitch to itch my itch I’m acting like a *****
That’s what started this anyway
Breaking girl code I’m alone I’m in my car thinking I’ll head to a bar maybe the Starbucks stoop drive past my old group write a poem or two alone screaming of you under the lights with the bugs down the way from all the places we used to stay and smoke blunts hit joints argue **** mock me mock sred turn her backwords smoking backwoods what’d you put in my herb your conspiracy’s in my head
Play pool scream at me hit on my friends **** me don’t call for help it’s all fun and games tell me you want to **** my mind it’s all lies it’s all lies tell me why this devil has got my tongue tell me what are you this vampire you’ve come to steal me of it all my whole mind my whole soul not even my hairs no more I can’t dance I can’t sing the better half of me is terrified of life and why because I let you take advantage of me my things your life is a blowtorch to all good beings I’ll make you regret everything you’ve ever done I’ve tried to show you love you can’t see you’re disgusting the way you kissed my cheek when you head butted me I’m done
But I call a ***** on her **** and I’m wrong thought I lost my best friend for awhile for white feminism **** but I’m still a ***** a snitch I’m losing all my **** I’m spiraling into  too nice of women undeserving of their friendship I owe my gs everything
But I can’t seem to do a thing

I took you backwoods
Twilight went backwards
We crossed dimensions
Then Ian played flute
I told you what I want
You took a twist with your drink
We agreed to make it work
Babies made without actually having
I made you mine without thinking
You made me yours with a smile
Then you took your opposition
Gender reversal made math in your favor
Came out the way we both devised
Lord alien’s plan to metaphor control
As each other’s shade defense for lording
Partners in the grimy way we win over others
Your command heightens my experience
As we sway to the beat of concurrent hearts
Strumming stringed theories of dimensional bliss
Musical spheres sewn in the altogether
Quilting our shared communal experience
Grandmother, network our connections
Through mirth, myth, and siren’s long song
Superlative man-beast ushers your dancing words

I don't have all the parts
to rebuild every one of
your burning buildings.

I see you sleeping and
all your whisper weary
age lines disappear.

I don't know how I'm suppose
to pull you from the dark
when you're bleeding.

your ghosts elude me
though to you they're
so cruel and clear.

I don't have the strength to
prevent both our hearts
from bowing.

neith the past
the future
and the insurmountable fear.

I trace the shiny zig zags and
remember that once your
hands were solely for hurting.

memories carved hold an
effervescent  charm
that thickens the air.  

between us is still
but the shadows give way
the predator lurking.

so we'll pack up and
move to where there aren't
faces who stare.

we'll make the most
of it.

I might act like I don't care
but underneath what I wear
I'm an utter fool for you
I'd bend over backwords
to make your dreams come true
and it's all because I love you
I'm sorry if sometimes I seem
a little distant-
it's mostly because I'm trying
my best to be more realistic
and give you the space
that you say you'll take
I just don't want to make a mistake
and cause either of our hearts to break
sometimes it can be tricky-
controlling my feelings
because I can get clingy
there is a side of me,
that you have yet to see
please, no matter what
do not abandon me..
because I have feelings for you.

And I open my eyes.  In a deep sleep I was.  Voices woke me up.  Sounds a lot like there is a t.v on in another room.  I could hear all sorts of different voices speaking.  I focus for a moment and listen.  There are so many.  I cannot make out what they are saying.  I then sit up in my bed and the voices stop! All at once.  Was I dreaming?  I lay my head back down on my pillow and hear nothing but my own heartbeat.  I then turn on my left side.  My ear folds in such a way that the voices come back!  What am I hearing!?  Where is it coming from?  The voices are quite beautiful.  I think it is a mixture of some form of acoustics that seem to travel in a time stream. Going either forward or backwords.  This chaos of voices cascades only on the folded ear.

Walking backwords
A world familiar
Now old
Wise and not so simular
The harshness is now kisses
The misunderstood was meant to be good
I'm traveling the same road in a different wardrobe

ʇɥƃıɹ ʇou ʇsnſ s,ʇı 'ƃuoɹʍ ʇ,usı ʇɟǝl

If you love something, set it free
Well, then I ******* hate you
I want to hold you close to me
Smell the musk you skin secretes
I got it backwords?
I thought you said forever
You're more familiar than the back of my hand
& I know when you'll turn

Before the jump..  I have a song list.. I play it and the jump begins..  Its the best part of my mission.. Its then I know the mission is done and its time to jump.. I have songs that put my soul at peace and make beautiful memories float atop this mind ocean..  I remember times sweet and sad.. Times where some of the strongest emotions were felt for the very first time.. Like the time I fell in love.. Or the time I realised beauty in and of itself..  Those memories drive me forwards and backwords..  Im off to save your soul..  Or perhaps mine..

science is tryin
but failin for lyin
fallin behind when
your "whats" let the "whys" in

wiser unwired
you couldn't explain why the white light is blinding
why the brain is a function but real thought's in the mind
real collapses
folds into quantum
falls back in your lap kids
beyond synapses,
trackin atlas lookin right at ya
take naps on your textbooks cause the answers are backwords
fold all the colors in half and get left building blackward
halfwits and hat tricks, half of the last wish

the speed of light is firstly faster than sound
but which came first the lost or the found
i've got an opinion, here i'll just jot it down

Do you want to drift with me..
Past the snow and stars..
To see the light scare away the darkness..
Inside and outside of my astral song...

Things will not be left unsaid..
Simply discuss you toward me..
Smile the sun to my moon..
Let me shine in darkness and we can see things through..

Might I be your blaze..
Among this dream haze..
Where time has no control..
Now, Forward, or backwords we can soar..

Right is wrong and wrong is right
to those that believe no end in sight
**** the blind man because he doesnt see
but let the dagger make them bleed

to those who doubt curse their minds
because to think and be is not kind
so as the wise man hides in his thoughts
let the stairway to heaven be bought

as to all that suffered did it have cause
that innocent born, die for what was
As children can pretend to be free
only to find out that they cant be

So the world is backwords as gods word
to teach the evil to pretend to be good
And let the noble ones suffer their plight
as the fool who believes day is night

To all who fight to find value in life
only to give in to the devils might
should the one who surrenders live in vain
for all their intentions to ease the pain

later i am today

the darkened room

resonates still with

all the goings of the night

things come backwords

and

while i felt all was well

perhaps it was not

news startles

we shared it at the meeting

i find i am a small part of

the worrying

yet what can we do?

some were busy, then

they were stopped so

i may not see them

drew the curtians early last eve

while waiting and through the *****

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo

each little thing

while some things break