with you,
feels worth it.

I love arguing with you.
I've dreamt of these moments.
Written about them.
Of having someone carve out a space
in my heart,
that I wanted to nurture,to fight for,to cry for,to bleed for.

Now, I want to take your name.

I want to brand myself, as yours.

The pain,the hope.

I'm drowning in all this. Messy. Clumsy.Awkward. Beautiful ---Love.

Where did you come from?
Did,my Higher Power make you just for me?

I LOVE YOU.

There may be no sunshine in the morning,
For grey clouds may fill the sky.
Nature's tears fill all our tomorrows,
And in desperation we may cry.

Oh how we ignored that fatal warning,
Filled with greed we didn't see.
So wrapped up in opportunity,
Sadly thought it was all for me.

And when the crisis came a calling,
I blindly tried to turn away.
Said humanity's self extinction,
Would likely come another day.

Absolute zero escape
velocity gutted dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
physique I sorely miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance
no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance,
analogous to earth in the balance,
an uncomfortable truth
stares back at me

I'm a member,
Of the Neopoet Family.
What a wonderful family it is.
And what a wonderful place it is,
To leave your personal mark.

In this family,
You feel the arms,
Around you,
Embracing you,
And encouraging you,
To be creative.

Their warm embrace,
Gives you hope and strength,
To continue,
And to just BE.

I've got a desk behind the door,
with drawers of junk I find,
I've got all types of nails, and more,
I've got screws of every kind.

My junk drawers... yeah, it's three,
have stuff to fix anything,
you just have to look and see,
if you need a special spring.

There's nuts and bolts, wire too,
some chain and string, I think.
I'll find something I can use,
some glue here; sure does stink.

Aah, wild flower,

we've nowhere else
we want to be
but here,

chatting with the butterfly.

Under the bright sky, so vast and wide,
I’ll never lose my way, no matter the tide.

Through twists and turns, I’ll always find
A path that’s mine, unique and refined.

Like the others, but still apart,
A journey of my own, with an open heart.

No fears to hold, no doubts to stay,
I’ll walk my path... so come what may.

Let the bright sky guide my soul,
In this life, I’m making it whole.

who did pötschke
and squander many an opportunity
to become a mensch
instead he became persona non grata
condemned to a history of misery,
not unlike Doctor Hyde and Mister Jekyll,
where friends, Romans countrymen did heckle.

I'm starting to part ripping
At the seams, devoured by
The silent wide open mouth
Screams what has gone before
Has been my unenviable lure

Have sworn legions to others lies
Without knowledge of broken ties

One single entity magnificent serenity
A single persona that lost it's fate in
Humanity all the joy killers and the vanity
Lucid reasoning off popular insanity

The scent of lavender,
Relieves my hayfever,
With a smell,
That lifts me up,
Making me feel ,
Calm.

The smell is gentle,
Subtle,
And remains in the air,
Before it enters,
My nostrils.

The other Lavender,
In my life,
Is on Neopoet.
This voice which,
Encourages,
And boosts me.
I love Lavender!

The relaxing,
Calming,
Purple,
Is a dignified,
And attractive colour,
A favourite,
For the bees,
Seeking out pollen.