Is it who's genes fall where?
   Or the pains we bear?
Is it the way we fare?
   Or the words we dare?

What makes the "love" Love?
   What feathers a dove?
What makes you wear that glove
   That keeps you from Love?

Do we make you hostile
   And storm down your mile?
Have we filled you with bile
   And forced your "Sieg Heil"?

Tell, how long must we wait
   For a bouncing gait?
Will your demons abate,
   Or have you ****** fate?

Some hold on to the hope
   That with time you'll cope;
They keep feeding you rope--
   I say, "******* nope!"

I gave you inches-- feet
   And with it I'm beat.
I'll watch you bite the teet,
   Silent in my seat.

Since you won't share my genes,
   Still stuck in your teens,
You can't care for our fare--
   Have no words to dare.

You're the feather-less dove
   Never to rise above.
They gave you unjust bile
   And you praised, "Sieg Heil!"

No, I say it's not unconscious,
For your Shadow's silhouette in me,
Whose force and face I can't always see...
I don't know, for it's subconscious.

Will you say I can have my way?
Or will you haunt me in our Laughter?

Laughter without a face is a cry

I am a bud flowering,
I just can't wait to be King!
The harvest moon rising
Can only mean one thing;

Dopamine's in flow
While you're rising from the blow--
Hey wait, No, Don't you go!--
Revel in the Crash and Glow.

Put your demons to bed
Like thy're no better than zed--
And don't fear to be led,
Because sometimes you're better off dead.

My sun-scorched back tingles pin-point waves of, not quite pain--distress--as I settle back onto this memory-stained slab of concrete.
Puffing on a dark-green American Spirit, I relax, taking stalk of the monumentous armada above.

Letting go of all focus from my vision in an attempt to take in the world summons forth an arrayed troupe of points
Though, they're not that, per se, more like minute splashes along the clouds' surface.
They don't remain stationary for long.
Suddenly aware of an audience, they get the show rolling.
Center stage, a forceful spiral forms, slowly whirl-pooling the others
Gravity's on theirs ***** now, they get close, slingshot, rinse and repeat.
Individual groups pinch together and blow apart.

The performance humbles me, forcing me to take responsibility for my actions,
For straight A's popped,  
Living wills written on concrete slabs, while puffing a light-green American Spirit.

You look-- like her.
You know, like love.
Like a mangy cur
That's just enough

I dare not deter
Your detection,
I wish to incur
Your affection

I have to ensure
Your eyes see me
And that when you purr,
It's just for me

In the cage of my heart
There's a great haunting,
Cliche, tears me apart,
Stems from my wanting.

Desire for purpose,
Love, freedom, dire.
Every time I get close
My speech goes verbose,

For the ghost of my chest
Lies closer to hand
And I think this'd be best
In fantasy land.

In there I'm not nervous,
I'll show her who's boss
With lips that make "us,"
Beauty, Justice, Loss...

The crash, universal,
Never leaves my mind.
It's my one Eternal,
My heart it does bind.

So now I'm forced to wait,
Sad, nervous and blue;
I know that I'm not great,
But... well... hey... *******.

I don't need you bringing
My demons back up,
Now my ears are ringing--
****, gimme the cup!

My dead, glazed eyes
Hide a hole-y-er heart
That beats beats beats,
Oh God how it beats!

Terror? Panic?!?
Why yes, I suppose.
Dare I divulge
What cause my manic?

I would prefer not.
Why expose the pain
I know how I caught?
After all, the others care not.

But I say this without malice,
My Grace lies within--
I can get it from no Alice...
I'll try and just grin.