Let him lie to be with you....
Let him shelter you from the news....

Let him teach you his own way....
Let him show you his hating ways....

Let him be your only friend....
Let him beat you when he can....

Let him teach you a life of blues....
Let him beat you black and blue....

Let him tell you it's his ways....
Let him feel you when he says....

He'll make you cry everyday....
He'll make you love his hated ways....

i fell in love
but i'm not sure
if it was with you
or who you made me

Look at me;
watch as my body
caves to your
everything.
Your hands are
like a poison
seeping into
my skin,
infecting every
inch of my body.
But please,
continue on,
I won't dare ask
you to stop;
You're easily the
worst, best thing
that's ever happened
to me.
-JRM

I am not a poet
I weave words with cosmic threads
Looping samples from the energy

If no one ever hears it
It will still always exist

So I play with knobs

I push  
          
------------->I Scratch

Dance


Love


Spin

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Float above the madness
Where fate has no relevance
Dance within an array of rainbows
Faith lies in love alone
Inhale, exhale
Your heart keeps beating
Exist in moments of happiness
Caught in time that never fades
Crazy moments freely existing
Never trapped, constantly changing
Still dreaming