I think that you were made for me
in only 4 days how could it be
your moves handcrafted with utter grace
your speech so delicate it warms my face
morning & night you’re on my mind
handsome prince charming you treat me so kind
I long to be
in your arms until eternity
intrinsicate pleasure, easily attained and heartfelt
just talking to you makes me melt
high on life-you are my drug
I’ve lost my mind-I’ve been bitten by a bug
words will never suffice this feeling inside
for the first time ever-I feel so alive
utter perfection is what you are
would have never guessed on a shooting star
smitten is me
never knew it could be
this is all so new
so good and it’s true.

turn the page & look back for growth
incorrect placement/broken oath
trophy winner keeps on grinning
time spent frustrated for useless spinning
the pain of potential not worth the time
consistant mishaps not worth the mind
will not chase what runs away
will not communicate with a voice that’s put away
close in miles yet treated like long distance
the flood of excuses got boring
kindness onesided feels like whoring
sweet inncoent gestures thrown down the drain
welcome to The Resistance
enjoy the pain

deliquesce
libretto
anima

hypercolor tee shirt
cotton material
worn, so it’s soft
cheddar.

handshake
ice-skate
connect-the-dots
congruent angles polarly intertwined
verbiage in the trashcan
smashing darling, simply smashing
baseball bat
bases loaded
overloaded?
fair whimper cries distantly
in a nonsensical array
gripping to the moment for dear… life?
battle commandos have gone invisible
hidden, it crys
and smiles
abstract connector
It’s lunchtime Suzy!
wink wink
seeds grow and become flowers and plants
gentle, but smart.
wallways = walls + hallways
tree and stump
forrest gump
flip flop
bucket mop
flim flam
uncle sam
bright
sunshine
polar, so polar
but even
melt
distance
existance
007 is wearing pants. is wearing pants!
there is an arm over there. attention kmart shoppers. there is an arm in aisle 1.
the robots are coming. everybody duck for shelter. the robots are coming.
warrior armour blanket.
feathery duck
lick that jello pudding-yum
shh it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay
there is plenty in the pantry
plenty in the pantry
enjoy the dessert. enjoy it. it’s good.
detective death
and the saint come shining
inside outside
gum chewing is not allowed in the classroom, okay kids?
pick it up, good
three
two
one
shine the light
it’s so bright
grinning.

she silences me
with her everlasting need
an overwhelming starving craving desire that she must feed
she silences me
with duality
conversations get carried away
and it always seems to happen this way
she silences me
with inspirational wisdom
her voice carries like the wind…
SO LOUD ARE THE ANSWERS
thunder pockets
drumset blaring
horns blowing
percussion ensemble on repeat…
comparable and dare-able
floating on the sidelines
really more like guidelines
And I thank you for pointing me in the right direction.
And I thank you for being a good friend.
And I thank you for understanding my humanity.
The End.

cannot hate
when you relate
cannot separate
reality from fate
words only muffle the truth
personalities only mask the roots
swirling and floating
the ideas and notions
rollercoaster timetable
unpredictable emotions
cut through the bullshit with a knife
quiet contentment harmony is life
the journey has begun
welcome

how do you know when the dream is real?
pulling and tugging on what to feel
indesputable coincidences
perhaps that is all
seeing the magic
and getting kicked down the hall
it’s black & white
it’s 1952
she’s wearing a polka dot dress
he sees her from the other side of the room
and they dance and twirl
fairly ghost holy smokes
wished away into a glittery nothing
up and down this rollercoaster
dream doubt dream doubt dream doubt = zero
what is the truth?
where is the hero?
the hopeless romantic sits there grinning
can’t take life seriously when there’s never a chance at winning
but the hands on the clock keep spinning
and the neverending noiseless shuffle
of knowledge in a can
so simple
so perfect
so unlike man
puzzle pieces spread out all over the floor
wind gusts keep blowing them down
Should she pick them up once more?
and for what is this all?
for a whim?
for fantasy?
the barracade of spectacle
disintegrates the ecstacy
if only for notoriaty
and the sheep of society
like thorns on the rose
freshly plucked one by one
distraction of frustration
the only real fun
what has she become?
when days just wither
like outdoor lamps
and nighttimes just melt together
when pushing it all away and it comes bouncing back but it’s not the same as it was and it never will and it never could be and but but but no

in a heartbeat willing to throw it all away
the glory of brainwashing millions
into loving every word you have to say
the entertainment of all
for the love of one
what has this become?
completely nonsensical and meaningless
all of it
everything
material material what is the core?
what is the esssense?
what is it all?
what have you done to bring the world of make-believe into her eyes?
who are you, mystical mysterious creature?
come hither and explain
before she goes insane