I woke this morning to birds singing,your oh-so-handsome face, sat up and rubbed my eyes.
Staring at my other pillow I quickly realized the pillow had no indentations, wasn't depressed, unlike me.

When I don't want to go anywhere,
I write poems as if they were quotes

If you go, I go
Like left foot following after the right
And if you fall, I'll fall
like I did for you
Not too many moons ago

I blew to you a kiss
But it missed your lips
Those juicy meaty lips
That I wanted to kiss.

Rhyme: abba

I saw within my eyes a fire
An eternal flame of desire
And though, I could not stop for water
I let my friend the rain
Showered me with droplets of laughter

Almost there, almost there
Just a bit more, stretch your hand
Right there...

Why be specific, when specificity confuses.

For all people are a result of that which has preceded them. Be it in, actions, words, experiences, lessons, consequences, coincidences, or any number of life's idiosyncrasies.

The day I have a relationship without major theatrical complications is the day I'll shave half my hair off unevenly :-( #sweet misery

I am not convinced or controlled by advertisements, billboards, subliminal messages or invisible wave patterns in the air. I do think for myself just sometimes I fancy a coke.