That's entertainment!
Ridiculously fun pain;
But at least worth while.

Haiku, free flowing
Endearing, and selflessly
Ignorant, and plain

Things meant to be
Things only I can see
A stain of black
On a mellow white;
Things I lack
Are out of my sight
Curse be me
I can see that you agree

Curse the day that I met her!
I could not decline.
Curse the day that I met her!
I did not see the sign.
Curse the day that I met her!
I simply do not fit her design...

Curse yesterday, today, and everyday,
Curses to one and all; but
Blessed be that day I stepped inside that room
And blessed be that lesson that I will take to my tomb:

Life is this
We will all end up
Simply; in the abyss

I wonder if I could.
I wonder if I want.
Then again the question would be would

Maybe I can.
Perhaps it is so
But perhaps it has already began

So be it so
So be it now
So be it to disavow!

Then again I question,
I wonder,
Is this my obsession?

Indeed in the end, you will see me cry
So I will say, I will not delay
But these people, just keep on passing by

Stars in passing, no God can defy
Get out of my way! For I will say:
Indeed in the end, you will see me cry

And to my enamor, who wishes to fly;
Go home if you may for I shall stay
But these people, just keep on passing by

Galaxies rupturing, way in the sky
Yet I say nay, to that inborn fray
Indeed in the end, you will see me cry

Finally to my heart, who shall deny
When the lights dim gray; pray, day by day
But these people, just keep on passing by

I in passing, only God can defy
Here, as I lay, I will always pray:
Indeed in the end, you will see me cry
But these people, just keep on passing by

Here is something sweeter,
Like a glass of fine wine
Something never bitter
With a taste truly divine
Wrapped in sweet white;
A color of sparkling scarlet;
And a scent that brings excite
Presented only to my starlet

That is my sweetest addiction.
Something I will call dandy
Something I can say with conviction
Something that is called: candy.

The fool who spoke with a magic tongue
The fool who sat and sung
Is Shut still and away,
He has nothing left to say

The man who had a heart of gold,
Now sitting in the winter cold
Clutching memories; new and old
Which only he, can forever hold