there is only paper now
words are now unloved
but be brave ghost of my fingers
and sing your songs of her skin
into the cartoon morning
in all the clown colors of wanting you
melting on that unwritten page.

I'm going crazy
Not because I'm lazy
As some would think
With their timid blink

I find no solace in this place
Of mental waste
Tap dancing around hot fuses
Searching for certain muses

I shall wander around in dark places
Forever wasteful
Dwindling opportunities to be grateful
I find myself in danger

Losing myself
In twenty years of wealth
Knowing what I want, who I am
All lost in a love battle

'' I gave you my heart, you threw me a bone
A bare bone, lacking flavor’’’ Poet Barbara …

Yeah ,Yeah ,Yeah
Just excellent ,
it inspires and fires.

The human race,
Is normally compared to
Dogs and rats…
Behaviorally ,
these two kinds abound.

There is no life,
Which is not surrounded by sex…
Artists, including painters and poets,
Cum off their very best,
When in their bare

Hope you have seen
The Titanic explore,
The manifestations
of human minds galore

it was the night the music raptured inside my eyes
turned to powder, covered my walls and then the
chairs and tables. the room was shining.

the mask comes off sometimes and then a face appears
from nowhere,
he is weeping,
he is bleeding,
his heart in disarray,

he looks a little like Jesus, a bit like you,
the cosmic God throws audacity into the fire
in it, hope must be reborn,

I can emulate my own, best amigo
or my fiercest, and worse enemy;

I also could end up easily, beside myself
continually, convicingly arguing things over, and over with, me!

However, whatever I'm feeling down inside
will usually fade, and disappear from my view;

unless, of course I see right through myself
with my hidden agendas all shining through.

Plus, I even seem to be more confused, of late
and so unsure of which facts I should give;

To soon then to be ours…

I listened to the roused robin awhile his song reminded me of youthful games
played, days dark weather delayed, As we sped along streets that had become
someone’s memories, then to be ours.

But not one day passes that I’ll forget, a lazy arm on a friends shoulder. Or the
smile, sometimes a kiss from a pretty girl, tempting us away from the ball, trying
to play the hero at three and a half feet tall.

I am changing,
throwing away memories and rearranging.

The past becomes faded so Im planning futuristic events,
been thinking about this,
correcting my mistakes you see im trying to make sense,
on how the world works and why the earth spins,
Kind of comparing mistakes to dumb decisions.

I am changing don't watch just listen,
read the words I think I figured out that they are gifted,
pause for a minute......
sparks light the dark and now the inspirations kickin.

She gave.
And it made no difference to the stillborn sky.

She gave and he wanted more than she had to offer,
they both went their separate ways but ate lunch together
wished each other well and lived in separate hells.
After all, they were swans copulating
with tourist attractions
and then the rain fell down in white satin sheets and
old love lyrics:

"What do you want you poetic heretic
you've disarmed me, a poor-man's de Milo.

Now leave me alone. I

Where's the love in you
The love you claim belongs to me
When I fall for your convincing lies 
You shrink back leaving me high and dry

 I gave you my heart, you threw me a bone
A bare bone, lacking flavor
Just as I began to put the past behind me
Your vicious cycle of contempt tires me

I won't toss my safety net 
My zone of friends that love me
I keep it all inside, the joys I reap
From writing poetry, staying true, free

Writing poetry should never be better
Than sex

Mistakes, Mindless behavior,

tryed to see her different but my mind won't change her,

she opened up a part deep in depth , tears, and anger,

couldn't take apology's so that did me a favor.

Worked real hard and tried to be a good kid,

time slipped past me now im regreting simple shit,

zoning off the topic here I go wit this again,

supressing on a memory on a time way back when.

My bad to you, her, and him and,

it's hard to let it out when your emotions won't listen,