What is Love?, but the transporter of the Spirit
Neither Fair or Foul the Truth of it is that we Fear It

When a woman of young age doth see what she desires
No heed nor helm in many a realm will cease her heart to conspire

When a  Boy of Mid-spring doth find his heart leaps
A sure depth charge will not sink his Spirit
no matter how much of his life it will seep.

When a Lady of wisdom feels a warmth at her doors
With lean and eye she may search deeper for more
When at last convinced that the warmth is now welcome
She opens the door to embrace the heat and finds herself well done.

The Man of peppered hair all but wound from steel wool
Has found an Affection a usefulness becoming what he once wield
a Tool
See fit to fend off folly by standing his home bound
Only to find himself a pushed over *** and fallen to ground  

A Woman's desire I have been told is found in security
But with so many tales of reckless Love I find that truth to be insanity
The Truth of Love is that it is a Transport of Spirit
No matter the reason or treason of Flesh
The Heart doth live wherever Love keeps it's Chest  

What is Death?, but a Transporter of the Soul
A bookkeeper the grim reaper no bones just cold  
Created of same maker  for which we are composed

Why shiver at night cept for the chill?
A stranger to warm blood? Doth cringe at the reel?
So willing to wrestle yet biting the bait,
bound to ebb and flow since when water did break


Although unknown we bemoan the truth
After we die Death transports us while aloof
Nothing lost nor gained only a chapter of a book
shelved in the cosmos  I am a seeker so try I and look
It wakes me in sleep when I've overstepped the boundaries
and sweeps like the wind and effects all things around me.

Down on Earth we look up above
Afraid of everything we huddle up;
believing the stories of our peers
building our world on foundations of fear.
Wishing to pass in manifest destiny
in our old age or in quiet sleep and revery
but our demise despite our clouded eyes
is that we must live regardless, flesh will die.

So If I die while I'm awake
the Soul Transporter walks me to Father Fate
I will not fight I will not fuss
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
No matter how I go my soul will bust!
Free of the Flesh like Ship to Sea
Allows me grow into infinite possibilities


"Ashes to ashes Dust to Dust
when the roots get buried the trees grow up
Ashes to ashes Dust to Dust
The Soul is forever So the Force we Trust"...

Do you See
the cracks
in the pavement
and you are the hammer
Sometimes it hurts
to exhale
You are it
a more i'd roller-coaster

What if, you
gave life
to bring our dreams
our intuition and morphology
Becomes we
and i will replace
every me with
the druthers of you

i no longer
exist in singularity
because it's only need
is an abstraction of idioms
Heartstrings & Intangible Things
Strung out like
prayer flags
and telegrams
twelve dots and dashes

i'll forever
make it
My pleasure
to find
infinite endeavor  
Me way
to say
.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-

when I say the wind blows
you already know
but how do the leaves portend
emerald on the end
or grasping to the limb?

If the Love is Lost, when?
feelings were ample
yet, when unplugged they limp lame
sentiment in lieu of visceral slanguage;
Who needs a Heart when a record can be Broken?


i think therefor iThoughts
Depress into cracked lead
and bled red into inkwell;
gun shots have more potent stocks
tragically hip to be so square ingots

what gracious melodies and languid lives
battered idioms with only one just is to bear
how Sad their flirtatious Ness affair
with Pain must fin' ish  and putrefy,
those believers in Death will die

hail a Hashtag worthy of
Octothorp
for phoenixes are found everyday
prostrate your Poetry for posthumous
consumption
apply the alembic of alteration
and
Heal our Hashtag heathen history
or
**** It
Hate the Hashtag
that's Life!

#love   #life   #sad   #pain   #depression   #thoughts   #death   #sadness   #heartbreak   #lost

Yet homeless happy people without thrive ability
party pushers posting pictures with such  jive hostility
acting out with rational it's like sporting politically
Obama's on my starting team with poll pushing agility
I Got two Clintons on my backup fantasy league
don't watch local games or who's selling off senate seats
not all are frozen but most have chosen illiterately
on the block taking tokens steady smokin and broke and  
no matter for realities that are steadily approaching
call me young in notion but I can't stand for lack of motion
late nights to early mornings I'm writing in search of potion
like Juliet rests in pieces I see the gauntlets broken
YOU can't save the planet **** IT so Janet pass on posting
Nothin new under sun we **** for fun and Whales **** in the ocean
as if Ape won't **** Ape Mother Earth will keep her motion
Wu is Me now I see I've been
Sipping on Too Wrongs Lefty

I don't know where to start... I feel plane
infinite points traced around my brain.
Many ticks ***** injustice migraines
Right now I wanna vent on hot air blimps
self proclaimed pimps
till my tongue twists limp
or turn a loaded gun on immature mutual funds
my grain is rough
and I've grown bitter an tough
my mind metal is scuffed
I Dizzied my Gills be cheeks blowin up guts
what happened to the wonderful world
musta been the Tea.. now I'm Ralphing up Chucks
high society
in memory
it used to be
where I wanted to be
Visa Via
English living was the life for me
guess I'd traded up for some Hot **** reaL-It-Tea
I think I've had enough
guess I stuffed and over fluffed
had too much empty v (MTV)
sipping on that 4 twin Tea
Now I gotta V!

I vibrate so viciously
I violate all variations of conform Ahh!, Tea
Been too long slipping on and spilt ma Chi