Isn't it strange, how you explain to me
you don't want to be with me anymore
but after that moment, you are

kind again, sweet again, everything I
want and more... again. And how is it
that when our bodies meet, the rest of the world is
much smaller than you and I. And how could it be that we are years apart
but magnetic like no other, I can feel your pull.

How is it that you want to see me now, and I know you wont leave me
to bits all scattered across my room. And if I could explain
any of what I'm feeling right now to you I know you would be
silent

and act as if none of this matters at all
because we are "just friends now"
Friends that kiss, fight, love, scream, ****, cuddle...
but just friends.

Those words have humor in my mind. I can't even think about us being "just friends"
or maybe I can with time
but you are lying next to me half asleep
and I can't remember the last time I wrote poetry while a friend was
sleeping next to me. I can't remember the last time my fingers
were not keeping up with the thoughts in my mind, or the last
time you rolled over with the sunlight hitting your face
and you lifted your upper body, and brought your lips slowly together for a kiss.

I can't remember the last time you and I were able
to spend the weekend at my apartment
without having to leave, because of breaking glass and
nails scratching chalkboards and not your back in the heat
of the night.

And then I stop remembering everything of our past, because what I have
looking me in the eyes on this bright sunday morning
is is the warmest place I could find my heart.

i have found a pond in the tree line. its filled with life that has the natrual beauty that sweeps me away. thres a cat that just sits an the pedistool watching the colorfull fish swim around. his is so patiance just watching the fish swim around with just ceriousity and no attempt  to break its posture. the water rippes when the wind passes threw the majestic trees. to me this is a safe haven to me where i can  escape the ******* in life that only want to make me go insane. this place i have found has a pond and a warm hot spring that is wonder full to just ley your mind empty from all the negitvity that swollows you hole. my insanity clears away when i just close my eyes and take in this beauryfull place. its my safehaven to escape so im never going to tell any one cause its only place i can have my mind be cleaned.

Today I sit here in a room watching shows of doom and gloom, Rain and it’s sounds wetting groups of dog hounds, The gritty street turned to wet and dark, Water on knives those who choose to end life’s, Yet still, Rain, Beatification in every drop, Natrual and Nice like Suger and Spice, The news gives the blues the wet has turned red all these events I’m truly fed up, Another gloomy day will me and my friends live to stand another day, These are the days where the rain is now blood and it never rains, It always pour deaths on the street to survive in the streets is grisly a feat, But after all it’s just that.

Another day in the thread of history.

i against i: finally the deadlocked passed
i stopped wrestling with my mind
and gave it all up for the calling of the heart,
plane tickets booked
27th February through to 7th of June
a long layover at San Francisco: jeez!
i'll get to see sightsee the mainland of
America for the first time
13h45 minute transfer from San Francisco
international to Oakland Colliseum Aiport
and a ride tram through the city
oh what time will it be daytime or nighttime
i wonder past the Prison Planet Alkoonze
and maybe the Rock too
because i have a thousand snakes in my head
but only a pitiable worm in my heart
yet the worm is more powerful than all the snakes
put together to make a dragon
yes i am reborn and so much and such is my joy
that i can't even get drunk on 70cl of *****
and a drag of a joint
my joy is too great it is a joy a gravity
this worm in my heart
is the fruit not allowed in Eden
because i wonder if the story is told with Eve
plucking the apple and the natrual harmony
set in with the apple bitten into
and technically making the worm living in it homeless:
all the other trees didn't allow for parasites
to make their fruits home
that's why the serpent was guarding the tree
because it had other living creatures in it
while the other trees didn't...
and if this is the fruit of my labours said the serpent
let me ask a childish question
about life and energy and reincarnation
because once this dynamic rules
this dualism of the cosmos:
the worm in the apple becomes
the serpent on the tree
and vice versus i return to the apple as a worm
and the worm replaces me
such is my tedium and revenue...
now i can feel the cunrches in my stomach
and bile in my mouth like Beelzebub asked:
what, no me?
Azealia Banks - 212 ft - lazy jay...
this is party baron Beelzebub it's like the music
must be switched on...
the disco must go on and the streets need to be piled
up i want to see how authnetic is the **** Holy City...
i want to see the junkies
i want to see how far the Liberal Distopia does
with terms of rabbits
then on my return i'll stop over in New York
West Coast first then East Coast
looking through the telescope
of the beast of the seas
on Hawaii...
i'll bring back the beast of the earth
and return her like a Potato to the old continent
then i'll call over the Russians to call over
the Chinese to call over the Mongols...
then we might move to ask the Japanese
to team up with the Taiwanese and replicate
the Great Migration of Polynesia...
that ancient travel that is more admirable than the migration
of the Jews and the diaspora of other tribes...
i'm coming to America: i feel excited: Gandu Gandu...
i'm going where you bothers and brothers from Asia
and Africa will find it hard to find and me perhaps
hard time for banana boats to reach Hawaii.