I'm diagnosed
It takes my stokes
I cannot keep my hope for most
Call me insane
I am untamed
But do not drug away my brain
Killer kind
This tape unwind
I have mortality in mind

Thunder clap alarm clocks
keeping you up at night
your fingers and feet
keeping rhythm with the patter of rain
against your dusty window
the nights are of an unimaginable blackness
and the days are as grey as the endless stretch of city blocks
gravity is trying to hold your feet to the fire
and you cannot feel a thing
the answer isn’t in the lock and key
the answer is what you are willing to do
to open Pandora’s box
love is not something you can find on a page or screen
love is the moon following the sun
until the time comes again where they can meet
a beautiful eclipse
life isn’t a roadmap route with point A and point B
life is the story of how that map came to be
so torn, wrinkled, and stained
and the weeds fighting their way through gaps in thee concrete
lust isn’t a sin, only a way to cling to childhood selfishness
peace isn’t achieved through self-torment
peace is befriending the voice inside of your head
so that the thunderstorms might fade
to reveal a picturesque summer day
and you have to be willing to sit through the show
to see what’s behind the curtains
and I truly hope you have the patience

The moon hung lazy in hazy city sky
the air silent and pure - untouched
and she was the anima to your animus
that pretty little thing you sat in an empty parking lot with
talking until three AM
she was touching her hair a lot
and you remember reading something about body language
which said that means she likes you
courage isn’t being born standing tall
courage is knowing when to follow your love off that cliff
courage is faith that somehow she will be there
waiting to catch you
a safety net made of shy smiles
and a nervous mouth filled with run-on sentences
and paint stained hands on your ribs
a soul isn’t some ephemeral entity trapped inside of you
a soul is the anger and lust and passion that directs you
all of these words are silly little fickle things
pigeons which take flight the moment you get close
all of these actions are breathless, frail things
old men and women determined to take the stairs
she told you that you she had fun
you said me too
and I want to see you again
she said me too
sitting there in that empty lot
the heater barely on in the car
beneath a canvas full of long dead stars
you took a leap off of that cliff
and for a moment
you forgot how to drown

The knife sat embedded in the cheese
the figs sliced open and offering themselves up
you walked out and left me holding the wine
it was good cheese, good wine
I'm still trying figure
exaclty when you got ******.
was it the figs?
*******.

Folder:  LOVE AND OTHER RELATED *******
Its not rocket science
the way you **** Me
Its nothing specific
Mechanically fitting 
But there is something ethereal About your touch, 
And the way you say ***** things with that husky voice
The way I choke on it while you watch
And the sincerity  in your kisses
Contrasted by your cool withdrawal
the way you pull your pants on 
And walk out the door
with your shirt over your shoulder never looking back
The way you think you've won the pride steaks.
It never lasts
always been your good time girl.
I let you hunt me down again.
Its not rocket science
I love to ****.