Some writings of mine

You only know what I want you to.
I want you to know what I don't want you to.

Will I lose you
When I loose you?
You float away
Like a balloon.

Let me tie a note to the string
Before you fly.
Someday you'll find it
When you come from the sky.

You only know what I want you to.
I want you to know what I don't want you to.

Here is poison,
Here is wine.
Raise your glass,
And I'll raise mine.

Let me read your thoughts,
Let me read your mind.
Will I lose you?
You were never mine.

I only know what you want me to.
You only know what I don't want you to.

Jack and Jill

Social systems promising people happiness

Build walls between us Jack and Jill.

So let’s fall down a hill

And tumble until

We can’t walk or talk or think.

Because if we can’t step, step across this brink

We can’t

Or shan’t

Or of the other.

And I can’t compete

With one so complete

May I please have his autograph?

And then perhaps

I‘ll be as complete when I move to the sea

And you’ll see me no more as I’m one with the sea and there’s nothing left to see.

But then again

You might come again

And where would I be then?

Because I cannot deny

What I see in my eye

But my eye is quite thoroughly dry.

False-front friendship hiding intentions

And creating detentions

Inside and outside the brain

Are nailing the nails in my coffin my dear.

One question I have that still resounds

And resounds quite resonantly clear,

Will there be coffee in my coffin or shall I be coughing

As I rise from the grave again?

And once more I’ll rise and what’s in my eye shall be vanished or banished or claimed.

So pound steadily away

For I’ll be awake

To roll once again the hill

And you and I are Jack and Jill

But Jack and Jill are still

Rolling and rolling and never controlling

Their fall.

Yes I am Jack,

But perhaps you are not so much Jill.

Love Like

Love is a little kid’s tricycle

With it he can take the world.

Love is a fat man on a unicycle

It doesn’t make sense but it’s happening.

Love is homemade cookies

Something you always wanted but rarely ever got.

Love is the delusions of Snookie

She can’t go to jail because she’s just too hot.

I like you like gay guys like leather shoes

Like fat old men love the news

And like kids in summer like popsicles

And emo kids like jeans that kill their testicles.

And we’re like Nintendo and Mario

We’re intertwined and keep making new adventures that some people see as a totally dead horse that’s being beaten until it’s just a grease spot on the ground, and maybe it is but I really don’t care because it’s a good metaphor.

And you know what?

I love you.