You Inspire Me

you feed off me

i’ll feed off you

cannibalism?

no

just ideas

Time to Sleep

a skeletal branch reaches out

to touch the amber sky

as Sol drags the light away

the alabaster clouds are left alone

to accompany the lonely

and silent earth to sleep

as the stars come out to paint

the asphalt canvas bright

twinkle twinkle

Virgins Aren’t All That

sex is good he “thinks”

virgins are annoying

(okay some)

i mean get laid already

think it is going to be something great

stop living in a fantasy

it is never “great” your first time

(was i that annoying when i was a naive virgin)

just waiting for the perfect one

man was i stupid

anyways

virgins are annoying

but i was one once

just keep your dreams to yourself

i don’t want to hear it

i suffered enough when i was a virgin

What Was Really On Eve’s Mind That Day In Eden

Wise words for a fool,

he should have taken more time;

seven days was not enough.

I wish I was naked in Eden again

I don’t even like apples,

such a peaceful paradise 

of forbbiden fruit.

oh, God shouldn’t have

put Adam in Eden

next to me naked.

Besides, something tells me

I don’t need to eat that fruit

but good thing I did . . .

Adam makes me lick my lips

he puts a fire in my eyes and

if I had not eaten that apple,

God would  have done more

than banish me from my home.

The snake had nothing to do with it.

Where is Here?

the prison

in which i sit

it is dark and cold and grey

for quite some time

i’ve been starving

you refused

to put me out

you said i was free

to roam about

as i pleased

chains keep me grounded

my mind and soul

are in bondage

there is no light

through the cracks in the wall

just mold

which means there is hope

air is on the other side

and i am still here

Cold Mice in Asia

cold

hell would be nice

it took

1289 steps

to the beat of a

Modest Mouse

to reach

the Orient

Jealousy = Negativity

i wish my words

could make you shiver

as hers seem to do

 i am not as deep

as the ocean you speak of

i do not see it’s beauty

am i too material?

do i live for the real?

to much reality for you?

i can believe

i dream all the time

about things that are possible

such passion you release

you are drawn to vessels

who share the same aroma

an intense congenial smell

time after time

the music plays

i hear no different

visions are all the same

I see a stream

you

cascades of waterfalls

a breathtaking majestic piece of art

a passion i do not have

for these words i write to you

this is a silent plea

my river runs dry

of that passion you drink

so modestly

to those who are thirsty

you give generously

to you i am grateful

Cracked ‘How Now?’s

Now what?

now that I am dead . . .

didn’t believe in an after life,

didn’t know a name

I knew myself

does that mean I choose?

I decide what happens to me

when I die

 

What happens to a computer

when it’s CPU is fried it

terminates

all files are lost

there is nothing you can do to fix it . . .

send it back to the manufacturer

where it was created

just like so many others

 

When we die all memories are lost

there is nothing you can do

but send us back to the factory

we were created in

Spider, Spider. . .

Spider, spider

                            on my wrist

                                               don’t bite into my veins

I won’t swing from buildings,

                                    my eyes will roll till all is white

                                                                                     spider, spider

                                                    so eloquent

don’t bite into my veins

                              

                                 I might like it a little to much . . .

I’ve Fallen Ill

I feel so industrialized

from the clothes that i wear

to the thoughts in my head

which i “thought” were original

we are all products

on the same assembly line

our lungs breath in the smoke

of our factory minds

i feel sick from the virus

is there not a cure

kill your t.v.