They dont make it
the beautiful die in flame-
sucide pills,rat poison,rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject,reject.

they do'nt make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they dont make it.

onetall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame,one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left,they were so
beautiful.

they dont make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

lovley and brilliant: life and suidcide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.

You are sunbeams cast long on a couch through
A window, whose mesh drags like fingers
On a fence through the sighs of the warm Spring
Air; Beautiful,
Comfortable, familiar,
Lovley.

Sometimes
When I sit on the edge of hill
Taking the fresh air
Mixed with sea salt
And smell of some foreign lands

I Think in myself
This is all what I need

Sometimes
When I lie on fresh cut grass
Leting my body to connect
To the beginning of my self
And feeling the tickles of other beings

I think in myself
That's all what I need.

Sometimes
When I give my hand to a stranger
Or just a lovley word for his tired soul
Seeing his thankful guard
and smile on his face

I Think in myself
That's all what I need.

I think in myself often
How beatiful this world could be
If everyone could just open
And go back to the place
Where they are free.

M.T. 2016

I really hope you find someone that takes your breath away. I hope you find someone who plays Pokemon and would cosplay with you for anime  Boston. I hope you can find someone to write letters to and talk to at 3am when things are a little too quiet and you just wanna hear someone's voice. I hope she's into competitive battling, and loves to watch terrible movies. I hope she loves to walk around and just explore familiar places in greater depth. I hope you find someone who loves all there things because you deserve it. Because you are wonderful, and funny. Because you know how to put a smile on someone's face and how to make a hug feel like home. Your eyes are the prettiest shade of blue I've ever seen and quite honestly you deserve far beyond what you could ever possibly find. You are so kind, and compassionate that it amazes me how you've managed to not be jaded by all the negative things in the world. You still appreciate the smallest things and live life as if you're experiencing everything as if it was the first time. I just think you're lovley and your smile is the type that changes peoples days and I don't know how you could go through your day without realizing how  captivating you are. I know we didn't work out because that's not what life had planned for us but honestly I think you're one of the greatest "almost" I've ever had.

an da darling
new kid
an the stallion
an the wild prairee

an the new darlin
little kid
she or he
i don't care
i don't know

all i feel
is lovley

and the new dawn
and the prairee

the wild wilderness
and the mountain dominion

and the true
daughter
or son

the one who aint kiddin
does what's forbidden

chooses to love

an da darling
new kid
an the stallion
an the wild prairee

an the new darlin
little kid
she or he
i don't care
i don't know


seed seed seed
needs needs needs
rain rain rain

seed
needs
rain

we are seed and rain
an nothin else

aint we

darlin?

I can be as lovley as an autumn day
with a mild breeze and a scattered shower
on golden leaves.

However I can be as vicious as a january frost
with it's knife at the throat of a sleeping creature,
embittered by the long dark nights
and the short snap of dun sun days

But some people melt the winter ice
like summer sun, breaking through
and filling up the empty spaces
and a different me springs up.

There was a time when i believed in falling
for falling is the first step to trust
and trust, i have lacked for the last few years
because sheded tears caused my steel heart to rust
for a while i was convinced there was a spark
hidden under heaps of high expectations and hope
past the overthinking, right next to quaint smiles and glances, and hidden under the wish that we’d finally elope
but love isn’t built with empty promises
nor is it molded with the lovley, “if only”
because when you fall in love with the idea of someone
falling turns to broken, the broken can’t mend, and your back to being desperate and lonely
i wish being loved wasn’t so difficult
but if it was easier no one would dare to fall
because we’d rather be shattered from falling with faith
than stay safe with nothing at all

In shadowed light
Through filtered lens
I saw a glimpse
of fathers end.

Of daughters rise
Emerging glory
Stepping boldly
Into her own story

Not yet written
But past a draft
A lovley story,
Fore and aft

Only in audience
I watched her depart
Finding her own way
Directing her own  heart

A nostalgic sadness
For ego's caress
Not letting go
Of old address

But applaud I did
And ever will do
To honor what's past
And embrace what's  new

Her story's my story
If lesser role
Tis the way of things
To salve the old

I saw a glimpse
Of her hopes and dreams
Laid bare to all
Yet to all esteem

And now 'tis me
Who will find my place
With joyful heart
For her embrace

If I crashed my black cloud into your white cloud, I"d only be gray. You would be my silver lining for my bad days.  The rain and thunder, my tears and screams. You would be the flash of light and dripping streams. You would be and mean the world to me. I be the voice and you'd be eyes. Looking where my body lies, so much hurt and little time. I would be so Lovley and you amazing. We would fly over Valleys of animals grazing. You'd be in awe and me barely fazed, I remember us in the old days.  What happened anyways. What happened to me.

Never mind watching your P's and ****** Q's.
There are far more obscenities that anyone can use.
Worse letters than Q or P not meaning to confuse.
Many different meanings something you'll have to choose.
So choose your letters wisely there's some you can reuse
And some that are used for insults or a form of abuse
But it doesn't really bother me so I ain't making an excuse
Just use the ones that come to mind and you cannot ******* lose

So you can **** my big fat 'B's' and I can **** yours too
Fingers up my ******* 'A' something we can both do
I will lick your lovley 'C' and mine is like bamboo
Or maybe its a 'D' in my pocket or is it a canoe
If you squeeze on my two 'N's' similar to cashew
Then i will **** your Salty 'S' or the other avenue
And eat all of that juicy 'J' like a **** barbeque
Making all your 'H's' wet so both can get a *****
Allowing me to enter and 'F' you through and through
Slipping in my big hot 'R' deep inside a fishy stew
******* on your succulent 'T's' but none of them are Blue
Not talking of our feathered friends because that's a different crew
And neither is it other birds not parrots or cuckoos
Its a mound of fleshy 'M's' glands that I would chew
So stick your effing Protocols just stuff them down loo
Use the letters that you wish its your own point of view
Once the eggshells are broken its nothing to undo
And **** all that ******-ness don't watch your 'P's' and 'Q's'

while looking out my window at my willow tree
there i saw a robin looking back at me
showing of his feathers and his bright red chest
sat there in my tree right next to his nest.

he began to sing  his favourite lullaby
very soft and mellow it almost made me cry
such a lovely song a lovley melody
it made me feel so happy and filled heart with glee.

For you, always been my friend
When down into murky waters
You have understood my aches
Holding on, like no other

Pen, paper, you lovley lover
When I write, poetry is flight
For you are loyal, you understand
For you I write, for you I live

Stick a **** in your socket
I've got a mattress in the van
Cause if you want a large'un
And you like a hard one
Then sister I'm your man

Cos when we both *** its pretty good for me
I'd love to *** again, I guess I'll have to wait and see
Your ***** the one that's driving me berserk
Why do only ***** and wankers work
La la lala la-la la la la la-lala la la la. . . .

Ive got a hard ***** thats nice
And I'll lick your lovley carpet slice
Easy deep squeeze when your on your ******* knees
*** games, whips chains, wosnames that you can push
Wear your rubber cat-suit
Makes you gush between your bush, bush, bush
Bush, bush, bush, bush, bush

I'll *** inside, it's agreed
on your back, it's guaranteed
Black or white, both I'll stroke
All ***** are nice to stoke

God bless ****** street
Come on spread your feet
I'll always be discrete
C'est magnifique **** your ****
Magnifique ***** treat,
Tastes so sweet,
**** my meat,
Feel the heat
In the backseat. . . .

she’s so lovley she’s so pretty she has rlly nice brown eyes and when i hug her i always stand in the sun so i can see how yellow they turn it’s my favorite color

when a person smiles it such a lovley face
makes the world seem bright and such a lovely place
fills you up with gladness makes you feel so free
there upon face for everyone to see.

troubles disappear worries go away
makes the world a better place if only for a day
just a little smile thats all you have to do
a smile can do much  bring happiness to you.

If love is blind then I lost my eye sight the day I met you
I have been blind since my eyes pierced your lovley soul

Loving you is like poetry
It never seems to end

I metaphorically fell for you spontaneously
I found your analogies of love to be lovley
Your words tore my emotions down
And you discovered the real me

By now most would flee
but you stayed and fell for the real me

If love is poetry
then you know
you would have to rhyme with me
You are my headache and my therapy
My Sad and happy

My one and only

Read carefully
You might find yourself in my poetry

Love carefully you might End up breaking me ever so gentaly

Speak freely you might be the one to set me free
From my pain and agony

Tell me I’m lovley because you might be the only one to see the real me

spring is round the corner not long to go
that time of the year when things begin to grow
out comes mr sunshine  from his winter bed
warming up the ground shining overhead

flowers they come out from the under ground
each and everywhere growing all around
birds begin to sing there lovley springtime tune
bringing lots of joy as they begin to croon

trees begin to bud there leaves begin to grow
ready for there blossom to give your heart a glow
a lovely piece of nature that we all love to see
growing in the wild growing wild and free