I want to cry
And fall apart
But I must be a brave soldier
And silence my heart

Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out

You wonder
why I wiggle
so much
why my legs
bounce,
and my hands
twitch.
Truth is,
my mind
can't slow down
It doesn't know
how to take a day off,
its far too good
at tormenting me
more and more
with each
passing second.

-JRM

tell me baby
your second favorite poem
made by me

yes, not the first
but the second
for the first is

yours to keep
yours to feel
yours to believe

only


e.c

I'd quench that thirst -
evening satiation throbs in
my head, in my heart, in my -
whenever you were thirsty.

I'd live without it -
no shortcomings of vices in
the smoke, in the liquor, in the -
unless only you instigate.

You keep on lying -
can you let me escape the
thoughts, feelings, desire?
- on that bed, those satin sheets.

Black lace and smoldering incense
cloud the hazy, lustful dreams
where the satisfied sighs, screams,
smiles were unforgettable.
I'm up in the sky and I can't
keep running away.

A common thread runs through us... connecting our spirits... our lives.
This thread is difficult to see for some... impossible to see for others... and neglected by many.
What a shame it is to feel so disconnected... so lonely... when we share this thread among us.