breathe

Stress is a precursor
to disease
flowing
through our bodies

like poltergeists in crowded streets.

So I say call the priest,
and exorcise my body,

leave it mangled and crippled

if need be,

as long as mind is allowed to love,
and heart remains the same.

cautiousbutnotso

old tattered hole riddled wings
need but a stitch
a push
shove
in the right direction

but don't prick your finger!

im seeing new things in
an old way
and
i feel like
home is
where the heart is

and my heart
is
with
you.

dont forget
to
lock the
door.

its not safe out there.

Just ranting about KONY, slavery and life.

Well, personally. What I appreciate about this whole Kony thing.. is people coming together and actually feeling enough emotion to feel like they have to do something. What we have to do, as a people.. is not forget this. Not forget, what it is to feel. Not forget, what it is to care for your fellow human. Not forget, what it is to love unconditionally. Love your life, as much as that of your fellow man. Everyone's life is worthwhile. Everyone deserves to live the life they want to live. We need to take a stand as a people, and start living life as a people. It has gone on for far too long is this country and many others, where competition is the main drive. People strive to have the nicer car, or bigger house. All of these ideals and morals implanted into their heads through being conditioned by school... but think about it... Who do you benefit by having a nicer car or a bigger house? Who do you benefit by working harder and slaving away just to get that bigger house? Of course you benefit yourself.. thats a given. But do you really need such opulence? Especially when there are people on this earth that have but a bite to eat. No.. such opulence is not necessary. Such waste is not necessary. Such splurging on material things is not necessary. You are benefiting the 1%.. you are benefiting those who want you to put in all that extra overtime, just so you make more money, so they can take our more taxes. "Oh but look at the amount of money, versus the taxes I make... that is nothing." Multiply that by millions upon millions. We. Are. Being. Farmed. What must we do? We must love unconditionally. Love our neighbors as much as our earth. We keep stealing bits and pieces of our beautiful planet. One can only take so much, until the holes and blemishes become apparent. We must start to repair all of the damage done. We must start to all enforce the movement and progression of our race, the human race. We all have to acknowledge the necessary shift in consciousness and accept that a change must be made. Also, you can never forget... that anything is possible. The only thing stopping you from doing something, is merely the act of actually doing it. Where there is a will, there is a way. If there isn't a way to do something, a way will be made. If there isn't a way to make it, then a way to figure out how to make it will come about.

 TL;DR: Open your eyes.

epiphany

And,,

Just like.

That.

It was,,

Night

Night

again..

Dead in heaven, or alive in hell?

a reminder to some;
poetry
is not about
eloquence.
its about
the
presence
of
essence.
then again,
what do
i
know?

if eloquence

were 

a wall;

it would be

6 feet tall

and I

6 feet deep.

Now if only

there

were one more

6, to rouse up

all the

christian kids.

Id come back from

the grave and

spray paint

"FUCK YOUR gOD"

on that wall

and

then, probably

have to run

from the law.

Recede right

back

to that ol'

familiar crawl.

(you know it all too well)

And join the rest

of you:

fucking fleas,

blood sucking tics,

parasites.

Disease.

ShearedSheep.

Brainwashed with ease.

(you all know it too well

ZzZzz

I lay here.
Where we both have before.
I miss your presence,
your essence and scent,
And the way you present,
Yourself when coming in my door.

Honestly, I've always thought about life,
as being such a bore.

"Oh what a fucking chore, to get up and live some more..."

But now,
I'm able to get up,wakeup.
And, smile...

Because I have you?

Feelings like this are some sort of a lore.
Aren't they?
At least thats what we've been told.

Guess? I have been wrong?

All of this along.
All of this alone.

Never-more, Forever-more.

I lay here.
Where we both have before.

Waiting for
You.

But,
I'm falling
asleep..

wakeup.

lips, hips, and spilled drinks

Kindred spirits,

Lovedrunklove

I

Sip sip sip.

Until you're empty.

Consequently;

I'm at the brim...

Looks like,

Its your turn to sin.

cliches

My heart always springs
And s             k         i        p      s, , ,,,
rocks and beats,
When our hands meet.
I consistently
tend to find
my head,
Somewhere over
my cleats.
I'm running
after
you.

I cannot-willnot
be discrete,
It would be,
utterly obsolete!

But sometimes...
telling
you
Is such a feat...

So,

I write to express,
How much you mean to me.

I write to confess:
        That:
           I never want to be without you.

I write all this,
but not for you to read.

Because they say;

actions speak,
Louder than words.

So,

I'll simply loan
you a kiss,
And leave the interpretation
of my
obvious intentions,
to your
lips.

wait for it... wait for it...

Always waiting for something.

It's always something.

Be it:

the bus, the cab, or the train.
a love, partner, or relationship.
material or not.

Always waiting.

For a:

chance, opportunity,
moment.

What the fuck is the point?

Make things happen.

Walk into the middle of the street.

Stop that yellowyellow Cabus.

Rip open,

the door.

Tell her you love her.

Tell her how she

x is the o

x only o

x one o

for 

you.

And, that she could:

be your, life partner,

in a life long,

relationship.

You know.

The Usual.

Bullshit.

Take that chance.

Make that opportunity yours, and turn it into a moment you won't ever forget. Much like that one day...

Your first day of High school.

Running after the bus.

You'll never forget.

It sure didn't wait for you.
So,

why wait for it?

Lose your train of thought?

Take the bus.

Miss the bus?
You better,

run after it..

Noise.

As I lay here,

I think.

Mute.

Life needs, a mute button.

For those,

Rallying cries of agony.

As the crowds gather,

For sunday mAss.

Those,

screeches of pain.

As the drones

March on by,

singlefile.

With nothing but

Empty debt, $$$

And their, ninetofive,

Mentality.

Those,

Childish howls.

Of innocent bliss.

As red 

Suits

Are burnt.

And white beards 

Put away.

Cries of desperation,

As,

Trucks crashing,

Over imperfections in,

asphalt,

asphalt,

being.

Created. Organized.

Molded.

Mute.

Life needs a mute button.

For all this,

Fucking

Noise.

shadows

I regret not closing the blinds.
The sun keeps getting in my eyes.
A story to remain untold.
H2O seeping into cushions
As if it owed the fabric payment.
For deeds done upon.
Refreshments.
SweatBloodTears.
All,
seeping in.
as if owed.
SECRETS;
disarranged and dismantled,
a disassociated disarray.
2Peasinapod.
Laying intertwined.
As if,
one in the same.
Moments,
quaintest of quaints.
As if,
Piloting a submarine.
Deep sea.
10,000 leagues,
Of, extraordinary gentlemen.
And they're all outside.
I regret not closing the blinds.
Tantalizing eyes,
Staring into
Untold secrets.
At least,
they're blocking out the sun.

advice:

walk.

don't,

talk.

frequencies

there are so many words
to
describe
so
many things

every thing
is
a symbol
for something

every thing
has
its own purpose

even if that
purpose
is to have no purpose

but such things
do not exist

every thing
has
a
purpose

for if there
was no dust

gravity wouldnt
be
so
pulling

if there was no
grass

the winds
would
tempest
singly

if no people
the
rivers

of creation
would
run dry

beauty would
turn
monochromatic

in a wild,,

greenblue,
and
your
occassionalbrown,

earth.

we are

all

receptors

for these

symbols&signals

you

get out

what you

put in

everything

matters.

what if

i am

a 

hopeless

romantic

in the sense

that

i have romantic

feelings

inspired by you

but in having

these

i feel hopeless

inspired by you

i guess:: every 

coin

has a 

second face.

you just

gotta

get

lucky,

every dog

has their

day.

and 

people

hurtlove

people,

but

thats

just life.

careless

the road

behind me

has

had its

bouts

but the path

ahead?

oh the path 

ahead

who knows 

what it

might shroud

for anything can happen

of

that

there is 

no doubt

so i walk

ahead

its time to say goodbye

these feet are
missing
blisters

these
hands
are yet
to callous

these arms are
yet
to lean

on old walls
and
ask

questions?
careless.

such as
where
what
why
when
where
why?

The No-Mad

its

always

time

to

say

goodbye.

when you live your life

no-madically

the "normality" 

of 

"my" day to day

travesties

inquire gravity

in those

surrounding

me

much like

a snowball

effect

its 

always

time

to

roll

away.

when you live your life

no-madically

and not in fear

or distress

but to see what

else is close near

since traveling is

what 

a no-mad

does 

best

im

a no-mad

bye choice

and

will be

for

the rest

of my days

or

until

they

put me in my 

grave

its 

always

time

to

shake

it

off

when you live your life

no-madically

you'll come 

to find

nothing is

as

serious

as you all

make it

seem,

living life

dramatically.

No-Mad.

twisted praise

I've finally received,
 praise.

After all these moments of disguised guile.

I've been deceived.

Praise has long
been overdue.

After all of these moments of shun and push.

I've been so confused.

Praise,

The lord.

It has finally come.

das wat she sed

creature comforts

some times

the smile of a stranger

comforts,

more than 

the advice

of an old friend,

comforts.

some times

the smile of 

an old friend,

comforts

more than 

the unconditional

love of a mother,

comforts.

some times

the smile

of a mother,

comforts.

some times

no amount of smiles,

and advice,

or love

comforts.

regardless of

how

unconditional.

some times

everything is dependent,

on the condition.

conditions
comfort

we are creatures of

comfort,

conditioned to

be so.

under certain

conditions,

we are simply

creatures,

and treated

as such.

comfortably,

conditioned.

are you comfortable,

in your condition?

at your service

you be my french-maid

 i your butler.

lets play our roles 

flawlessly 

and, 

serve one another.

as i arc to your will

 you bow to mine,

 silver platter in hand.

yours,

 indentured lover.

 lets play our roles,

 passionately 

disregarding, 

you burst at the seams,

 as you dust

 to find that spot

 you missed.

just two more kissed up 

and two more to the left, 

it sits, 

waiting for the sweep 

of your lips.

 nerve endings,

 stimulated.

fabrics become,

frayed.

we lay, 

scoured.

emotions scattered.

who is to clean,

our?

collective mess

quickly we both

resume our roles.

you,

my french-maid,

i your butler.

at your service,

silver platter in hand.

chemicals

i locked myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i find myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

same cycle

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

but one can

  clean
    scrub

                            rinsewash&repeat
 only so
      much,

surfaces become abrasive  

chemicals waste away

and doors remain locked

i locked myself

in the bathroom with the chemicals

,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat

until,
i find myself
 ,again







  

the dog, the book, and the children

  oh, the children.

with their innocence and malleable minds.

  oh the children.

with their innocence.

    Excrement and urine stains, temporarily.

   Words of anger and frustration, scar.

The book.

Torn into pieces.

The innocence.

Torn into pieces.

The children!

  oh, the children.

With their malleable minds.

     The anvil and hammer; words.

The book

   Words of anger and frustration, scar.

All whilst,

the dog:

stains, excrement and urine, temporarily.

solitary egomaniac

Speaking to myself.

Only when Im alone.

For I know best.

Ive known this all along.

That which speaks to me.

Shows me the path ahead,

steers me away from many-a-enemy.

The reality,

it conjures.

I must endure.

But endure is not, if truth is.

And the truth is,

I am the one,

whom I 

most adore.

Two Fat Ls

Lard and Larvae.

Substance, and decay.

Isn't it funny?

How,

from rotting flesh,

comes new life.

Sprout-lings of

disease.

This ease,

to look past.

The small things.

To avoid,

d i s s e c t ing,

               good 

taking the         from

the

      bad.

This ease,

is

the disease.

Two hogsheads of pale lager for Ms.Celiac.

"Gluten free, please"

I heard her say, from across the restaurant, through crumb riddled lips.

"I hope you choke, glutton."

She didn't hear me say, as I mumbled under my breath, through crumb riddled lips.

Inching.
Right behind her.

Closer.

Closer.

Hands clenched.
Closed,
Tightly.

25.8069758

Well, there is always tomorrow!

Let me borrow your heart.

You reap what you sorrow.

Sorrow reaps.

Slowly, weeps.

Creaks and Groans.

Sticks and stones.

Can't ever hurt me.

But you can.

So, let me borrow your heart.

So, if you crush mine, I'll always have yours.

To crush...

...Or keep.

Oh, decisions.

The root of all evil.

fidgeting

Where I left the place
To mortar and pestle,
Chew spit and collect,
Herbs and magical spices,
Is under a green

p
i
l
l
a
r.

"Use CAUTION"

r e a d .


This all,
out of fear and anxiety.


"CAUTION Used"


For what?

Nothing.


Fuck; exclaimed.

I regret, Nothing.

For my hands twist and turn,
chew and spit,,

Sparks,

Seal and set fire to.
Smoke dissipates.

Here, on Cloud 9.

Willpower

when will
                i
succumb
to the
             little
whispers?


quickly turning,

into screams.

pushing on, "my heart!"

making it race.



Better yet...

when will you?

i hope you dont mind

do you mind if i sweep while you mop?

if i hate,
while you love.

if i stand,
while you dont?

do you mind,
if i respectfully, interject

if i change while,
you stay the same

if i burn,
while you rain?

Do you mind?

these are the things that fill my brain.

You're right.

I am insane.

Crazy, about you.

i hope you dont mind

much like clay

cackle.

"you gotta love it.


this is what you live for."

"yes sir

I have to shake your hand,

thank you for

your business"

"Whys that?"

"Im leaving this business soon"

"This is what you live for...

Farewell, have a good die, Mr. Yon"

"yes sir"

sigh.

zoned out

something of a daze.

he stood there.

Fixated.

he sat there.

mouth gaping.

he shook the,

violet, or wait,

is it purple?

No, lilac.

i wish he would

sit and stay still

for me to capture

the correct hue.

he remains sitting.

mouth gaping

Fixated.

my last envelope

watch.

as i do things for your fancy.

listen.

as i scream my heart out for you.

smell

as i sweat, plummeting for your pleasure.

taste

as blood is drawn from my lips.

touch.
   me.

as i dare you.

touch.
   me.

where you wish.

just don't leave fingerprints

One can blackmail with such.

good for you that i've used,

my last envelope.

After this one,

i won't be needing any more.

I hope.

me out of rhy.

you can either be brainwashed

by them

or take a risk

with me

One choice.

Two different destinies.

ill be around,

until you start detesting me.

Blissfully.

locusts in my shorts... shaking.

Oh come on, Mr. Yon!

You know I'm "sick",
with it.

the predicate,
good etiquette,

for  the sentences.

"STOP DANCING"

What do you think,
this is.

Hoping to stop, but meeting all greens.

grab and twist.

Turn 360 degrees.

cutting it close.

But the          is always                                                                          curb
as far as it seems

unless,

you're driving in the fast lane.

Then.

you're left,


to your own judgement.

Don't crash.

Everything is not always what it seems.

conformity v. reality

its so easy to
miss, the scum,
   dirt, grime,
          dust.

when you're
   not
looking.

its so hard

to

forget.

once you've seen it.

"Cleanliness is next to godliness!"


god must not be real.

Recycled. Spears and trash, piles of.

i have nothing to say.

about a red broom,


          broken.

Quickly

discarded.

Dust thrown away.

i have nothing to say.

Quickly

broken.

          Discarded,


swiftly into,

cardboard castles.

a walk is a walk

today i learned something new.

how to close my eyes, and walk a straight line.

today i reinforced an old lesson.

keep your eyes open, and always look both ways.

things are never what they seem to be.

appetite.

my mind tends to wander.

i(t) feel(s) mostly empty

except for thoughts
of her
         you know

(of you, if you're
   reading this)

(

with half-smile

half-bitten lip

        you know

of me.


with bruised hands,
on your bruised hips.

with bruised hips
in my hands.

)

my mind tends to wonder.

shameless ignorance

i know nothing, 

of poets

besides the repeated names 

and worthless praise

i know nothing,
 of poetry,

no formats, 

hell i can't even name five poets.

i know,

i don't quite care.

i dabble and scribble,

and scrabble,

     in brambles.

i know nothing, 

of poetry.

but when,

i touch pen to paper.

poetry knows,

something of me.

fallin' angels

tell me of your love

oh!

how it sings -

while angels cry.


tell me of your rebellious ways,

lips puckered,


                                 clouds.


with your head in the


oh!


Cry to me of your old ways.

a sin to step

leftrightleftrightleftright

whats left?

tell me of your wings,

as we ascend to ecstasy.



Show me your heart -

better yet,


look in my childish grip,

For it is there.

obvious, I know.

stay with me.
together we'll find happiness.
everyone deserves someone.
people need people.
hell, if not, this all would be pointless.
a person cannot survive without love; or freedom.
negative experiences make for negative people.
i'm glad you're you.
everything I want, you

know you're special to me.
obvious, I know.
how many times have I told you, now?
lets run away.
everyone is forming a line.
run!

twoday

One day

if you let them, then things might change.

One day

if you welcome it, then you might realize many things.

One day

I'll ask you again.

One day

you might have something different to say.

One day.

own a pizza shop

I sit there, enthralled.


Step. Step. Step.

Concentration s h a t t e r e d,

                                   p  i          e c    e            s

s c a t t e r e d on the floor.

"Are you in college?"

Funny question.

Conversation.

"You know, maybe one day you'll own a pizza shop, who knows?"

I do.


Cackles scream silently.

"Keep your self occupied."

I commence to sweep the

                                     p  i          e c    e            s,

restored.

oddities

I was,

shopping for milk.

100% whole to be 100%.

I noticed,

false accomplishments on
the walls.

Plaques.

and

Awards.

I wonder how soapy the water might be.

intrigued

Intrigued.

Writings on the wall, read.

Never shall ,you, pass.

Barriers; broken down.

Sweat stained tears, bed sheets shoot across the grasp of your reality.

Lust?

No.

Love!

No.

Yes!!

Stop!
It goes on.

Exhale.

Distanced from within.

Kaleidoscope daydreams; leave me sifting through the rubble.

I'm looking for what used to be here.

Barriers.

-

"let me in",
          back-peddling in defeat.

rinse cycle

birth.


change 

Eyes opened.


change

Eyes closed.

Mind opened.

change
Mind closed.
-

So much happens in the blink of an eye, but also in the absence of one.

Cashes to ashes.

From florists to
                       graves.

Maggots, dirt, putrid stench and bone.

We all end, one in the
                                same.


death.

-

oh well
     we'll
just
laugh knock it       o
                              f
                                f

farewell to the forgotten

rip.

deVOID

Every day here. Is another day Wasted.

Time to unlock the door to the
                                             basement.
           monster
Let the   man        out.

Be it

a

monster                                                           One in the same.

or a

man.

We all seek to: Explore. Destroy. Conquer.

so much is lost between the lines

i have something to say

I think it has been long overdue.

that i tell you, i despise the day

That I met you.

now I wake up and ask myself

Where have you been?

youve never been there when

I've needed you.

never again will i be able to say

I'm glad you're here.

i wish you had told me

Come with me. Hold my hand.

but instead you let me go

guts

          hateLove       
        EMPTY
          tehatehateLoveLove.
         a       LoveLoveLove.
        h     LoveLoveLoveLove.
        hate       LoveLoveLove.
        hate       LoveLoveLoveLove.
         hate         LoveLoveLove.
       te hate h  LoveLoveLove.
      a          a    LoveLoveLove.
    hh   ha    t   LoveLoveLove.
   e a   te    e    LoveLoveLove.
  t  te          te      LoveLoveLove.
 a    hate ha e    LoveLoveLove.
 h               at     LoveLoveLove.
 hate        h      LoveLoveLove .
 hate      h       LoveLoveLove.
  hate    a  eh t e  LoveLoveLove.
   hate     t    a   LoveLoveLove.    
    hate            LoveLoveLove.
     hate           LoveLoveLove.
      ha              LoveLoveLove.
       te   atehate    LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
        h  h         LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
        a   h t h t   LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
        t    a e a e LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
        e  h           LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
         h  atehate       LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
          a               LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
           tehatehatehateLoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
                     LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove.
                
Love > hate     
teach me.

Let me show you.

Alas, to no avail.

Throwing up expression.

Sweating out ideas.

Spitting out my mind.

I'm only human, still crying out. just tears.
Not being successful in this life, is one of my biggest fears.

Do you have a heart?

an old assortment of words, found.

My heart is broken. The walls have long crumbled and been forgotten. There is no mending what has turned into dust. There is no putting together, what is no longer there. Its time to find a new heart. It is time to form new walls. It is time to put bright colors and positive things on these walls. But this heart is for no girl, at least not now. This heart is for my mother, my father. This heart is for my sister and brothers. This heart is for my friends. Most importantly, this new heart is for myself. Mine. My own. This heart is a strong heart. A loving heart. A big heart. A heart ready to sacrifice and accept. And yet at the same time it is a timid heart. A heart with insecurities. A heart with doubts. A heart with anxiety and fears. It is a human heart. Flawed and imperfect, but yearning to be the best heart it can be. This heart is not to be shared. Not to be given out again so easily. This heart must be won. This heart must be wooed, and ripped out of my chest by the only thing that can do so, the bond that comes when you find the another heart that beats at the same pace as yours and with the same tune. Another heart that wants what you want out of this life, another heart willing to risk itself for yours. Willing to risk being hurt and broken, because the ultimate reward is more beautiful than anything on this earth. Love.

Old Advice to a Young Pothead

Of course life sucks man. Thats a proven known fact. But life is also beautiful and wonderful and enjoyable and has many good times. Don't stick to the negative ones and hold on to the shitty times. Or you'll be forever depressed and down. Whatever it may be that has you feeling shitty or in a rut. Its temporary and you'll be gucci in the future. Just don't let negative shit affect you, and be positive, have a positive attitude and move forward to a more positive stage in your life. If you haven't picked it up yet, being positive and positivity is the key my nigga. I could repeat it a million times. But you just gotta believe it and just Nike that shit, nah mean? Just dooo itt. Life is only bad and it will only suck if you let it. Just like life will be good, and will make you happy if you let it. Its what you take out of things that matter. For example, if you go into a movie theater to watch a movie, and you think its going to suck and its going to be a shitty movie, then thats exactly what it'll be. Its what you take out of it, and the mindset you have when approaching things. If you go to that same movie, and you're hype as fuck and heard good things about it, then thats what you'll get out of it. I know a movie is kind of a bad example, because there are some movies that are just plain bad, and some that are just too damn good for someone to hate on. But you get the gist of what Im saying? Its your attitude towards things that is going to change how those things affect you. I don't even know what could be troubling you. Or what is troubling you. But, this is just advice and thoughts I have heard and formed that help me throughout my every day life. You have full control of how you feel about things, and you're the one that chooses how you feel. Nothing else, and no one else. Don't forget that shit and keep your head up. And about the weed thing.. I feel you on that man. But, its not like weed is going to become extinct any time soon. You'll always blow a dutchie another day. So just look forward to that day.

Post About My Life, Take 2

I find myself in the same place.. 6 hours later, with only one of them being of sleep.

I ask myself..

Why am I still here?

Patience.

Stop and smell the flowers?

                           what flowers?

Maybe I'll be able to profit off making quality perfumes..

vocally.unequivocally.

my life has changed since i met her.
      the girl in the
                       ha-ha-hip
scarf,
with
       f             i     
           l    w     n  
             o             g

        gold hair.

good?                            GREAT!

morning marigold kisses
 are filled
with the pungent aroma of:
                          puppy.

"Has it been six weeks yet?",
             I ask myself.

"I hope not",
             I respond.

Frantic. Restless. Bored.

Oh how... time flies by; its truly not fair..

I depart,
                        [or even
I hope you grow to love me, even when I'm not under your wear.
                                         the thought of]
Do you know how hot and breathtaking it is under there?

Seriously. It should come with a fan...

you have me.

sweating.

d
r
i
p

d
r
i
p
.
.
.

tsssssssssssss..

as sound faintly
                                po                     r 
                          r  e s          t a                
                 v va   t o
               evaporates into air.
           ev
            e  t                  ..ssssss

Post About My Life, Take 1

It is 5:03AM... I am overdue for a good night's sleep, but like always, I avoid one. Why? I have no idea, it might be the incessant need to feel as if: I'm accomplishing something. Regardless of what it may be... today is February 17th. If all goes according to plan, I shall be departing for Europe on this same date (the 17th), in April. Tonight marks... yet another night of planning and theorycrafting. I found out a lot of useful information tonight; about lodging and activities to embark upon... I hope that all of my attempts at living the life I want to live, aren't futile. I need a change.

a hairy situation

Dear Whoever,

The truth is..
  I was taught to never settle.

Until...

                 one
 I found the      to whom no      can be compared.
                                        one

Back to the harsh reality.. I know its not fair.

But I'd

                    really

like you to give back, my favorite sweater.

                        Yours; falsely,
                                   Nobody.

P.S. - Please shave your genitalia.

a meeting, of sorts.

Your lips are roads, your hips are open fields, your hands are city streets....
          and
               I
                    like a
  fluttering whisper
                          in the
                                  w i n d.
am

                 lost




in your love.

I'm              lost

              ,

never to be found. I must go now, but I've come to stay forever.

When I'm gone,

                blow a

                                  k i s s

my way. So that I may catch it with the

r
 a
  y
   s of the                                         sun.


B  i  l  l  o  w  i  n  g

down
on
my
back,

much Like
         the stacks
                  Out of my lungs.

i'Ve found, some
            thing, i will nEver
                     lose again.