In the chills of those sprinklers
These shivering hands are bleeding.
Bleeding the ink on the bright glamour of whiteness,
And roughness yet serene looks of this inked morn
I cannot but just able to break these concrete wall
A thousand ton probably,
I'm underneath this hard-core stuff!
Gulped the last **** of splashed pity,
Can't hark anymore.
**** your ****** core!
I don't really see any empathy or comprehensiveness
In the pale skin of yours!
Hey, ever you see through those reflectors!
Well, I do.
Thanks for your *** to be concerned.

I laid myself down
beneath the summer moon.
The breeze was warm,
and grass was cool.
I gazed at the trees
swaying in the breeze,
and listened to the stream
flowing free as could be.
I want to be the water
running wild as a dream.
I want to be the rain
dripping off of the leaves,
but what I want even more
is to be the blood in your veins,
to take over your heart,
and soak up all your pain.  
I would make you forget
all the hate and disdain.
I would fill you with joy,
and kiss your soul everyday.

your words are razor blades
and I have seen you
shaving others
enough to know
I'd never let you be my barber

for if your mind,
the hand that guides them,
were as sharp,
you'd see that Occam's razor
is not a proper tool of art

Today I saw the strangest thing--
Do you know what I saw?
It was a bird, without the wings
His song was just an awful, "Caw!"

I tried to hold it, pick it up,
But all he did was peck
I took him in, gave him a home
He left his room a wreck

He felt too good to help with the grubs
Among the plants in the garden bed
And when I offered him meals at night,
He felt too proud to let himself be fed

He couldn't fly or flap or sing
Or learn to heed man's law
But should a friendly dog look to me for a pat,
He'd let out his boisterous "Caw!"

After months of the mercy I'd felt for this creature,
I had been much more patient than most
But that morning he'd gone,
all he left was a note, and it said,
"You're a terrible host"

If there's no wireless network
it won't work,
I work tirelessly to ensure
it's not so.

The man with the broken nose knows
not
to ask too many questions
for
which there's no answers.

In the safe house we're all safe
said
no spy ever
and they're forever
falling for that one.

These are just little stories
from the storehouse
of memories
and I have too
many of them.

lord
pure me
another glass of champagne  
a sparkling sea of bubble universes
that
tickle my soul
what craftsmanship
another glass of champagne
for me

You told me that I had a great smile,
And that my little crooked front teeth were cute.
You told me that you liked my laugh,
And you’d imitate it in a voice full of admiration.
But then you kissed me and things changed;
You were distant and I couldn’t ignore the bounce in my giggle.
You didn’t joke with me and I started hiding my grin.
I started to hate the way my name sounded on your lips,
Even though it’s still like a lullaby in my head.
Your voice does this thing where it makes my heart beat quick,
And my eyes start to water.
I didn’t think it was possible to find love and hate in myself,
All at the same time,
Because of you.

I wish I was an ugly octopus
I am sure life would be an epiphany
With ate or more helping hands
My tongue could live between the valleys grand
The forests would be rainy and wet
My torques lapping up raindrops as sweet honey dew
The twin peaks ***** over clouds so high
Why from above I am sure I would hear a sigh
For in the jungle down so deep
Lives the octopus who desires and weeps
Love decides who escapes and who he keeps