Smoke ring poems fill endless space. Specs flare with red, sights clear as crystal. Thoughts running in a current, crashing like waves, churning up a tsunami just to calm, leaving the ship to sail threw no debris. Poetry turns to scribbles coating space with jibber. Specs blur with fog, sights fade in a haze. Thoughts cease, hiding like treasure, sinking into the abyss just to rust, leaving no riches for you and me.

Your eyes are so breath taking, like a starry midnight. The blue dark and deep, with crystal shards like stars.

Her impossible colors, his eyes had to evolve before he could see.

I was walking down the street, when out the corner of my eye I seen this little bitty bag under a tree. Attached to this lil bag was a paper and a note that read "Roll it, **** it and let your mind run free." Well, I looked back at my life and noticed all the strife, then I said "Maybe this could better my ways." I thought "It's such a small amount, What could it possibly to do to myself?" I took 3 hits and this is what I said "Whoa, This **** could calm all the wicked." "Even better it grows on trees" "Well, I got to say, this is good **** and to think I got this whole joint for free." But, this can't go down, without a pay back, though I don't know who did this or why. So, I took the roach and added it to the note and wrote "This is for the next guy."

Learn her song, The song in her heart, and sing it to her when she has forgotten.

Hair up, down or a twisted ball. Make up removed. I want to see you.
White tank top or T, size too big or size to small.
Shorts or sweat pants rolled at the waist.
All accessories off, I now gaze at your natural state.
Sit, stand or lay, Your presence is my grace. Making my mind sway.
This image of you; forever in my memory shall it stay.