Across the street.
Opposite direction;
Conceit paved with concrete.
Flashback perception.
Across the street.

Anxiety and nicotine
Piercings and red hair
Cigarette guillotine.
One dred behind your ear.
Anxiety and nicotine

Strawberry blonde
Curly or locked?
Wizard's wand spawned
levitation Air blocked.
Strawberry blonde.

A breath before my next step
Actually no
I'm just going to take it
I will not think twice… or worry about whether or not I’ll make it
I'm just going to take it

A calculation before the next leap
Not necessary… I'll just charge with the blind bravado of fighting bull, as opposed to the clueless stupidity of a sheep
And yes, I realize that the blind can be clueless… and the brave can be stupid
But jumping into life is just like jumping into love and either being realistically passionate about it… or believing in Cupid… one of the two is just stupid
Just to clarify, if you actually believe in a chubby flying baby with a bow and arrow… dude?... Stupid!

Anyway, a thought before my next move
Ain't nobody got time for that!… while you're still thinking about it they will shove you out of the way all the while yelling “MOVE!”
You have the ability inside you
Subconsciously, but you can still feel it… it’s quite distinct
Don't overthink it, make the move out of pure instinct

If you can effortlessly do it… the better for you
On the other hand
If you are able to put in more effort, less doubt… allow the faith you have in yourself to stand out
Fill you up with confidence, then understand… it would be better for you
To just stand up, take that step… leap over that obstacle… and outsmart them on the next move, friend... just do it.

Never before has such a lie been received as the truth
As an I.O.U. that's masked within the words of I love you
For she would not be here without the chivalry of he
And she will show gratitude inside her misery

It happened and it stayed and she said she would correct it
And more time passed 'till she became complacent in her perspective
Until she found herself stuck between a rock and a heartbreak
The man who provided everything in return for a heart to take

He built his world around her with all the wishes finite
Not knowing why his love would stray away throughout the night
And he knew but refused to know, she told but refused to say
And so it carried on in the tediousness of days

And who will learn and who will crack and which side first will cry
Learning secrets and questions that seem to underlie
For love was meant to represent more than a toleration
The knight who saved her from the beasts and guaranteed her incarceration

Press your lips together
and press them on mine.
Feel my tongue on yours
and close your eyes.
See my face
imprinted on the back of your eyelids.
Kiss me long
and kiss me deeply.
Don't dare to pull away;
not yet.
Let's stay here,
you and me,
and etch our names into a tree.
Let us lay in the grass
and touch our feet with our feet.
Let us stay in this place
until the moon rises.

Place your hand
on the small of my back
and feel my hand
on the small of your back
while my other touches your face.
Let us be swept away
by the love in this place.
Let our hips come together
as the sun comes to horizon.
******* neck
and I'll bite yours.
Worry not about the marks,
we will grow to love them.
Run your hand through my hair
while mine holds your face on mine.

Let us not separate.
Let us not evaporate.
Let us not leave this place.

In my minds eye slowly I shed saddened tears of sorrow
flooding my countenance they flow into tomorrow
As hope elements of eminent enlightenment
brightening the darkest days
encouragement to cope
Night to twilight I write words of enabling
Words of enslaving inspire my fight
Swords of engraving diminish the demons plight..wings of the morning raven take me to flight
Ghost of the daylight at night a shadow of perils fright
Doth I pledge allegiance to the babe in the manger
The imperial calls to me "stand"your enemies still advance
I rise with a smile"my name is lafrance"
Born of ash forged in flame welcome the fire child hell knows my name
heavens conquest hells reign
My life the gift of God good and evil the dragon has slain
My reward is pain spontaneously erratically incredibly does the impossible
what the unopened call insane

your blood shot eyes
so red and round
their juicy plumpness compels me
to eat my baby tomatoes

the pungent smell
of your ***** second-hand smoke
fills me with desire
for some beef jerky

the sickly sight
of your slimy, greasy hair
leave me desperate with longing
for some succulent string cheese
when you scarf down your food
as if the world was ending
i can feel my partially digested turkey sandwich
make its way back up my throat
and spew out
all over your yogurt
ruining it

calculus.


(co-authored)