The wrong, as always, was the right for us,
tainted trust stained with the blood
of our previous victims;
those whims of wondering what loving touch could feel like.
It burnt us, softened us to smoke,
that floated quiet out the door before dawn could break the news
and break the illusion.

We were loners,
Devoted to laying the stones of our own path,
Never held back tangles of commitment.
Without them we were untethered dreams
that broke into reality and made ourselves the monarchs
of our lowley, lonely kingdoms.

Look what those whims
have done to our crowns;
Rusty and bent they fall hapless
on our heads as we stand before
crowds of shadows cast by our egos.

There are no romances, no capes,
Princes or heroes in this land of the leftovers.
Only us
The wrong adorned as right
The deniers of the light of love
(That weakness of giving in and giving all).
How cold it all becomes when our dreams are big
but hearts are empty.

Write me a poem! Write about what? The sun and the moon or a night full of stars. Write "ME" a poem! Oh just about you, I see now what you want me to do.  Can't wander lowley nor can I compare or lay the heavens cloths as others came first. The moon and the stars a rainbow or two it isn't really a poem for you. Your bossy your feisty and some would say mad! But you once made me giggle when I was quite sad. To write on demand is a hard thing to do, as hard as it is to get to know you. So it's goodnight from me and you now have your wish, I wrote you a poem you can keep or dismiss.

Long ago I met the moon
On such a sorrowed  day
With all my heart,I came to love
That perfect broken moon
Though on a darkened,sorrowed day 
The moon, had gone away
And in the darkness left behind 
I was twisted, I was blind. 
Untill the day I saw the sun,
And the sun looked toward my way
I began to see, the sun and moon
Werer simply not the same. 
The sun out shone the lowley moon
A fool,  to be so blind.
So now I see, that there is more, there's beauty I can find
In people,places, sight and sound.
There's beauty that abounds

Long ago I met the moon
On such a sorrowed  day
With all my heart,I came to love
That perfect broken moon
Though on a darkened,sorrowed day 
The moon, had gone away
And in the darkness left behind 
I was twisted, I was blind. 
Untill the day I saw the sun,
And the sun looked toward my way
I began to see, the sun and moon
Werer simply not the same. 
The sun out shone the lowley moon
A fool,  to be so blind.
So now I see, that there is more, there's beauty I can find
In people,places, sight and sound.
There's beauty that abounds

What of that day a came to seattle to visit? What bearing will I let it have on me and on you. We are iregular people and we are drawn tot he familiar sounds of death and resentment. We have no honest intuition to share. If you could see the music in my fingers  you would be scared and asumsed and would cry all at the same time. I feel it as adrum beat in my mind ba ba boom, She said. When did my words and mind and grasp and launguage beome so ******. To think of the world all like this at once, i understand the increasing need for addiction in our youth. I am of the youth! I said it! I am difinitive and a light to all the dark lowley soon-to-die air brethers. They need me, they all need me. See there t is again shittty thought and a ****** exicution. I am rabling again aren't I, you who is reading this, pay attention when I talk to you. It's more about the stream of thought now than the actual quality of my writing. Because good writers are good magicians, right? Good writers don't talk about themselves in such a revealing way. They would be out of a profession, and passion then wouldn't they? They cannot see behind the secenes can they? I understand fully and fully wel that I am incapable of using my mind to the highest capacity. I understand that and I will simply move on from my understanding to the immagined, created hillside in the disutopian future of calky, grainy perception. Where all is understanding the outer demensions and sci-fi **** that scratches at a truth many do not wish to open. Just filling u a page right now I am going to stop.