Like a kid in a candy store
I was loading up big
Filling arms and hands
'Till nothing else fit

But up at the counter
They gave me the bad news
The price was work and time
And I was overbooked

So I pushed aside the pile
And picked up one tiny thing
Hoping it was worth the price
Of all my other dreams

She was gooey like maple syrup

     & marshmallow s'mores,

stronger than  a mountain lion

    protecting her cubs,

wore prescription rose-tinted

     sunglasses with GPS,

she'd been around long enough

   to see through most of the

         flimflam and negativity,

was agile enough to laugh at

      her own cheeky caricature,

wouldn't put up with the travesty

   'neath debauchery's cunning

still, she wondered as most do,

  what was to become of a world

so engrossed in the overthrow

    & disparaging mockery of others

she bade her time waiting to grow

    older and wiser in hopes

she'd be around long enough

      to experience a sunrise view

            in universal accordance

      before her own last sunset

                  ultimately bit the dust,  

         burning in all-inclusive ashes

I want to meet a tree
That’s in love with me
You see
I have been watching
Those beautiful leaves
Changing colors
As they please
Feeling her breath
As she gives me
The air I need to breath
I have traced
The curved in her bark
Seen the rings in her heart
Laid softly against her base
To rest or read a book
Climbed her branches
To get glances
Of new perspectives
Like poets of old
I have been serenading
Searching and waiting
To see those tree
Express their love to me
But as of lately
They ain’t saying
**** to me

Drowning in them,
As if one was dropped in the middle,
The middle of the ocean- I call dark blue.
Devoid of any floatation.
Just countless remarks of childish infatuations.

Reminiscing upon them,
Daydreaming of an altered reality.
Reality; one similiar to a minimalist's art gallery
Works of primary colours, and dark shades.
Reflecting on broken promises,
And promises that were never made

Caught up in them,
Body intertweined with miscellaneous veins
Veins found among the greenest of all jungles.
Words of truth, lost in a jungle of lies.
We hide truth that others will despise.

~

Upon a canvas
   blank slate in white
    mind’s eye frontier
  brushstroke whispers
   blended thoughts
    horizon’d dreams
      coating the landscape
   of my every desire
reckless shades
      pushed in place
  dripping from center
       in abstract fountains
   of youthful design
      capturing hand prints
   in wet cement
     dangling from gallery walls
    black on black
        framed visions
   as one more
    masterpiece
collects dust
    in the hallway
          *of my soul

God made me loving
So I would love everyone

God made me broken
So I could make sure I never break someone else

God made me hurt
So I could heal others

God made me anxious
So I could learn to trust

God made me motherly
For those who don't have one

God made me uncoordinated
So I would know that balance
Is not always physical

God made me compassionate
So I would know his love for us

God made me faithful
So I would know what it's like to be betrayed

God made me insecure
So I could tell others that no one is perfect

God made me human
Flawed
Broken
Anxious
And uncoordinated that I am

So He could prove to me
That He is stronger than my ups
And
Downs.

Sinking into you is something I find myself doing all too often.

If only you made this easier by being ignorant or oblivious.
Instead you wear the gentlmen well and I can never fault you for that.

But you started sinking into me first, it's as if you tricked me.
Slinking in the most subtle ways that I didnt even notice.

Or does this just in fact, signify exactly how predictable I am?
Am I really so easy to figure out?
But then, I cant be so simple.
After all, it did take you years with no sudden movements, no alarming sounds.
Looking back I am amazed at your diligence and unwavering patience.

Tell me, do I even know you at all? Or is it then that I am just so obliviously self absorbed that I really didnt notice our intimacy?
Our feelings that I wish I could flee from as they speak a truth not even I can say..

I'm out of my element here and falling short on how to best you or even compete.
I see you running the table in this game we have been playing.
I sink more, silenced in awe over your undeniable victory.
You, without a doubt hold the power and I can't even be a poor loser.
I guess all is fair in Love and War.

I want to be swallowed up
By shooting star's blazing tails
And the universe's
Infinitely expanding space
Black holes and black planets
White dwarfs that supernova
I want to be caught in the debris
Of the chemical dust and gas
Floating on the light
Of a thousand dying suns
We become giants
And we become supergiants
I will exist in the empty space
As air and grit and starlight
I will become dark matter
I will let the dark matter

Stop badgering the witness!

Love is a mysterious thing poker face
Even though we tend to think of soul mates
as a symbiotic union, we have to be open-minded

Marriage is a business transaction
We've all had nights we can't remember...
or wish we could forget
as we all recalled it was the mindset
that triggered strong emotion into an explosion
that separate the thing called love.

It’s have been more than twenty odd years since
the Weeper's victims left over tears, that never faded.
the dead  never felt neither pain nor anger

The jury is still deliberating long and hard with miles
  to go on the public views, so once again
if the gloves don't fit you must acquit
  Stop badgering the remaining witnesses America
Love is a mysterious thing, poker face