Fake! (And Wonderful)

I want to touch your bum

Even though it means little

Little to nothing

Nothing at all

But I could pretend

I could glorify

Your body

Your mind

Your abilities

Your humour

I could make you my queen

But after a quick game of cat and mouse

You would be you

I would be me

And terribly unsatisfied

But for a second

We could be beautiful

Lost in a lie

That we both made true

...

Ah, the maddening fact!

That love is a lie we agree upon

Two consenting human beings

Going off into a fantasy

Where acceptance is undeniable

Everything is a game

Not just cat and mouse

But dog and car

Moon and Sun

Muse and Artist

Chicken and Egg

Love and Lust

Who says a lie has to hurt?

Who says a dream isn't real?

Will you pretend with me?

We might find out its all a game

One that I'd love to play with you.

(Just give me a reason to play.

Please)

Steam

Soon
Water and Fire will meet
Breathe deep the steam
Live in the mixing passions
Feel how temperate seas
and raging flames
take each others flaws
Make them disappear.

Water
So quiet
Patient
Changed into steam
Living
Moving
So swift and sudden

Fire
Destructive
Eager in the worst way
Soothed
Calm
Restorative
No longer wildly cruel

Soon
Water and Fire will meet
There may be nothing left
After the Fire subsides

Too much wine and Too many idiots.

They make no sense
They scurry and they ask
They wonder and they hide

They do everything a curious little mouse does
But when confronted
They claim to be a fully grown human being

Silly, silly, silly.
They wander about
Like bubbles from a child's toy

They float
They rise
They pop

Idiocy more blatant than post-it on your face
Disguised as cute intentions
But actually just wild and furious desire.

What a bunch of fools

To a girl I've never met

How about we forget our shame?
Our fear and our shields of casual indifference?

We may be a thousand miles away
and never properly been introduced.

But I love the way you are
and you seem to care my way as well

So, if you read this
And I hope that you will

Don't shy away
Let's not pretend

Let's love each other
With nothing more than words

So when we are old
Married, mortgaged, and comfortable

We can still have young love
Words that never age

Tides

Water is my other character
It is my saviour
It is my challenger
It is my nightmare and my dream

As rain, it weeps with me
As oceans, it matches my depth
As mist, it mirrors my mystery
As ice, it shines while frozen solid

Rain doesn't fall where I am
Oceans are out of sight
Mist is an inconstant visitor
Ice is my only companion

And it reminds me just how free I'm not

Water
Come back to me
And never leave

Storm Cloud

Blacken the skies above me

Pelt me with rain or hail

Whip the winds to a frenzy

Cast an unearthly light

Make the falling sky into a symphony

I want you all around me

Storm cloud

That sucks, bro.

If you and I were in the water together
Waist deep
Three feet apart
Would you float downstream
Or reach out to me?

If you and him were in the street together
Green light
With a truck going 70
Would he push you
Or dive out of the way?

If he and I were tied together
Dictators basement
Hitmen coming downstairs
Would I offer my life
Or use him as a sacrifice?

If you, me, and him were in a love triangle
You and I best friends
Him and you madly in love
...
Oh fuck.

This has been a Poem.

I want to make pictures with words.

If that makes any sense.

I want to use my words

To make something worth the time.

And tonight

I'm not using anyone else's words.

Because once in a while

I remember that my words are good enough

That I have something worth saying

So why say anything else?

In a nutshell

I want to say something

I want you to sit up straight

And say, "fuck, he said something"

I want to make you think

Of a time or place that doesn't really exist

I want to make you feel something

Anything more than apathy would be great.

If you read this

and it makes you want anything more

Then chase that anything

And I'm sure the universe

Will let me know I've done good.

Off for the Summer.

I saw Santa Claus

It was the middle of summer

At a sidewalk cafe

He was wearing a dirty undershirt

And red corduroy pants

With a tattoo of reindeer

candy canes and mistletoe

all across his arms

When I asked him his name

He snarked, "St. Nick,

Blow me"

And as he saw my shock

He added

"I don't work over the summer

So buy me some schnitzel

Or keep walking, dumbass"

This experience

So very brief

has coloured my thoughts of christmas

Whenever I get a gift

I don't think of love

Or charity

Or the beauty of humankind.

I think of that aggressive dirty douche bag

and I'm not so sure of anything anymore.

What is Left of A Lions Pride.

Look at me
Tell me I'm not alone
You can do it
Say the words
Thats all they are
Words that can save a sinking ship
But ships sink because of holes
and words make awful building material.

Look at me
Tell me I am good
It's not true or false
Saying them would help
Would mend my broken wings
But bones take time to heal
and even then they don't set right.

Look at me
See me for who I am
Realize that everyday
I fight to be that person
Usually I get ignored
I'll keep making noise and light
But like the sun at high noon
I'm already on my way down.

Not a Gun.

Pull the trigger
Thats all it takes
All it takes to fall down
Down where life is at an end
Ending all hopes of salvation
Salvation that was so real
Real before the trigger got pulled
Pulled into oblivion
Oblivion took you as well

Pull the trigger
And nothing will be the same
Same as it was yesterday
Yesterday when darkness was dead
Dead is all there is left
Left in this deep darkness
Darkness of the soul
Soul wrenching pain
Pain from that trigger
Trigger was pulled
Pulled along into hell

Pull the trigger
Maybe it will help
Help the bad feelings stop
Stop and never return
Return like they always do
Do the last desperate act
Act like you are strong
Strong enough to do whats right
Right way to get out
Out where oblivion is welcoming
Welcoming you to pull
Pull the trigger.

Rest

In the middle of the afternoon
Time slows to almost still
With tired arms and lazy feet
That defy the challenge of walking

So instead of going off
Into a lively afternoon
Bodies sit and people slump
With a feel of almost dozing

But clocks are ticking
And night is falling
Events are starting and Night is blossoming
So persons are decided to wake up

Where life is happening
People are gathering
Drinks are drunk and Laughs are laughed
Where tiredness becomes justified

So sleep can come on righteously
Without that feelings of unaccomplishment
Nothing was ventured and Nothing was gained.
But lies in the evening are easier than naps in the afternoon.