HA HA HA! Here I go again,
Writing this just for my dear,
I hope you get that goofy smile,
Just like you get when I'm near.

Yet again I'm gonna ramble,
About how much you mean to me,
And how my heart was locked before,
Until you used your love filled key.

Yeah, I know this is sappy,
But every word I say is true,
Nothing can ever stop me,
From saying "I love you".

So let me start this thing off,
Describing you and all you are,
From your derpy personality,
To your mind that is real bizarre.

For starters you are a dork,
But of course your dork self is mine,
You are also a total loser,
But that is way more than fine.

You play silly tricks on me,
Which make me laugh then cry,
But that is always a great thing,
'Cause you're one hell of a guy.

You are very strong and sturdy,
Which is great for giving hugs,
Not to mention your warmth and charm,
And your embrace when we snugs!

Overflowing with silliness,
And just the way I like it,
You make me smile all the time,
And you are impossible to forget.

I get lost in your embrace,
And even more so when we kiss,
Being with you is amazing,
Every moment is pure bliss.

Just seeing you in the hall,
Sends my mind on a trip,
Makes me have a goofy smile,
And causes my heart to skip.

Sorry for I ramble so,
As I write this fro my nerd,
But I just love you so much,
And I don't care if it's absurd.

I am a truly lucky girl,
To have you as my own,
I've known you for a little time,
Yet many times my love has grown.

I cannot stop loving you,
And I love you more each day,
Nothing can ever stop me,
Or even keep me away.

How I wish to be with you now,
And to simply stare into space,
As long as I would be next to you,
There's forever smiles on my face.

I don't care what others think,
Or even what gossip they spread,
I will love you no matter what,
No matter what anyone has said.

You make me feel amazing,
When you say you love me so,
You are truly incredible,
And I will never let you go.

Who knows when we'll have a moment,
To hole each other really tight,
To share each others heat and warmth,
And to love with all our might.

So it's getting rather dark outside,
And I'm missing you so much,
Thinking about you makes me ponder,
About how I'm longing for your touch.

Having you in my silly life,
Is truly amazing for sure,
If loving you is an illness,
I definitely don't want the cure.

And now I must end this poem,
As I shall and always do.
But there's one thing that won't end,
And that is ME loving YOU!

His earnings were no use now,
A bottle of antiquated Romanée Conti would undoubtedly do,
A premium Gieves & Hawkes ensemble donned,
Jeff Buckely trills of lilac wine as he puts on his GJ Cleverley shoes.

He turns up the dial on his harmony producer,
Fading out the shrilling yawp of the telephone upon the table,
He sits up in his silk sheet bed,
The lights dim to a squint and the Psychotropic tab make him unable.

A pill for each mood now a-swirl in his gut,
He deliberated if that earlier he should have elected the lamb over the pork,
Then peers to the room’s edge to the dark of a crook,
As slippers pulsate and instigate to a mellow sway and begin to curiously talk.

“What you do there?” They spoke with pry.
He enlightened the foot snugs that he wished to die,
That he hated a life as obtuse of this,
Now once able and mind half disabled he would take a knife,
To his wrists.

A razor flavours blood of the open arm,
As authoritative calls bellow and boom behind the door of his sweet,
They would never find the cash in the Caymans,
As there was none; just good wine, fast cars, his suits, and the fine shoes on his feet.

The slippers float and thus speak on:
“You are a fool to yourself you have done it all wrong, they have notably found the note”.
“There is little time left you should hurry now,”
“Take one last sip of the wine and let the razor meet your throat.”

The door bucks with each thump,
Through the yells and demands it begins to give as it creaks,
He lays a gasp in his ruby and blood,
He is now a fade and almost absent and the slippers are asleep.

They will salvage him from his discharge,
This man of hate for life, life of lies, thief of the poor and unto his soul,
A man who obstinately wanted more,
Until more was a bore and nothing no longer more fed the avid hole

Sly second skin hanging off my bedpost or
curled under my pillow.
It climbs into my dreams,
snugs up against me, the thinnest safest skin.
These words are my epidermis
pulled tight over me like a hood or a sheet
or socks and I can tell
anyone anything.

From the earth I fall to the deep, deep valley
And come ashore like a running boat
And take away from place to place.
'Till I came to the lonely land and
I make it shine!
I make it bright!
It's so sheen like a morning star
Then I made a rainbow towards the mountain ranges
And a cool that flows from the mountain snow.

Oh, how I love my paradise
So wonderful, peaceful, colorful and beautiful!
The words that comes to me
It's so sweet like a honey bee!
Oh, how I love my little paradise

From the dark I fall like a star at evening
With a twinkling light that snugs my heart.
The ****** of the bell from the church that I have heared
Give light to the whole street.
I made a light
I make it bright
It's so sheen like a morning star!
I saw a star
A falling star
Towards the moving clouds
Until dark lights up
And the sun begins to rise;
Birds were singing, waters are splashing
The morning scent smells so good and new.
Suddenly the church's bells are calling
Ding... ****... Ding... ****...
Ding... ****... Ding... ****...
'Tis a sign that everyone are starting a new beginning

well... i can tell you which knuckle
is the weakest
from waking up to a previous
night's worth of drinking:

   if the violence will not come
to me, i'll provide the violence...
scams...
see... that's like stealing
but... i'd at least appreciate
a precursor threat
at the end of a knife...

                   one word: sad'oh...
   i'm far from performing nihilism...
me?
   more a fatalist...
        as long as the **** buckles
i'll keep frowning or be
in tune to keeping
smiles in emoticons...

the weakest knuckle?
ring finger...
left hand: cigarette burns...
right hand: a slight plum shade...
       same knuckle...

but my cat likes me...
  snugs itself into the bed
curling to an "inside" with
its spine-extension of a tail...
and...
******, i asked...
   i can't seem to be ever
rid of my shadow...

for the concerns of
a freedom to speak...
           i forgot what i was
going to say to begin with...
tenor trauma
   of an over inflated
       phobia of speaking
in public?
  
   i have succumbed
to a pact that says:
your hands will feel irritable...
itchiness...
    constant puppeteering...
shame...
your tongue though?
shy slug...
       immovable Fuji...

like always:
i don't entertain much of
the freedom associated
with speech...
sticking to the proverb:

cicha woda brzegi rwie
(colon and italics...
yes, but only when
the words in italics
are in a foreign tongue...
overwhise - sure... no)

  silent water eats
at the banks...
    of the river

(however unnecessary that
was to add... of the river)...
i guess no ***** loose
or not the basic standard
of IQ to match-up
to the front-line players...

        all the front-players
are playing for are scraps
to begin with...
                     voice to mic.
and face on screen...
                    sure, sure...
              the whole kulturkrieg...
    
i have the minimum
of a blank to fill...
            dream big... end up small...
whatever fame is...
and the current globalist
"agenda"...
                  eh...
                           sounds pretty
much as silence just outside of
Beijing...
                     and all that will
forever remain: literature
for tourists, sun-soakers,
frying both brains and *****
on the beach...
          attempting to
shove in some ping-pong
excrutiations of passing
time...

                        i'd rather choke
a ******* macaque to death,
and revise a reaction
of seeing the face of death,
or the face of the hindu
recycling process
of reincarnation, or... whatever.