Oh life!
Why, life, why?
I belong to her, but she doesn’t.
I love her – but can’t admit.

Why I love her?
Wrong question.
Why not?
Might be right.

Oh life,
Her eyes – dark sky filled with bright light,
Her smile – beautiful than heaven,
Her face – what to say…

I tried every language of this and after this world,
But now I conclude:
No tongue holds the word
To define her tenderness.

Her voice?
Nothing – just something
That heals
Each and everything
Within me.

Oh life!
What if I say
That you are the most beautiful
In both worlds –
That will be less.

In the lack of you,
My will still wish
To be with you?

Why?
Because…

"Synchronous generators are the majority source of commercial electrical energy. They are commonly used to convert the mechanical power output of steam turbines, gas turbines, reciprocating engines, and hydro turbines into electrical power for the grid."

what a powerful summary
of how poetry is grid into
expression existence, sources
of sauces of energy and powers fusing, all your parts, synchronizing,
and you laughing,

God is good
God is great
God just electrified
my eclectic lazy muse,
and dear god,
she just wonton wonan,
won't shut
up!

help
he whimpers joyously

O ladybird, lend me ur heart.
Sigh heavily and blow the cobwebs from my brain;
Unwind us both until we undo ourselves to the very start.
Dry me from your torrid rain.

Ladybird, O ladybird,
I’ll bleed over your feet
And stickily paint my lips
In the name of your grace

So loving it descries and so nonchalantly unforgiving and relentless

My ladybird, O ladybird

Crawling nails thru my hair like scratched steel, spotty from the outset, femme-fated accent

Ladybird in her own image;

  Arm outstretched, palm bent up facing,
O ladybird, my ladybird…

Oh Jesus Christ

I wanted to shut myself off from reality.
To escape from myself most definately.
But be careful you don't end up like me,
or bill collectors will sue you eventually.

Oh god,
I’m done.
I can’t be a fighter nor can I be survivor anymore.
I’m tired.
I can no longer fight my own battles.
I’m surrounded by darkness.
I’m a prisoner of my own demons.
Oh god.
I’m done.

Child, enjoy now,
Fear not the pain and sorrow
Leave that to adults