The day Acorn met Apple
He stared smiling at her
And stardust formed overhead

The day Acorn fell for Apple’s core
He tore the viral spore
Feeding on her soul no more

He polished her up
Ripened her fruit
He sprouted her seeds

A tree grew inside her
Acorn grew right beside her

Believe me the ringing from their seedlings singing
Made breathing seem easy

Believe in things changing
for better or worse
I will always be right here

On pages made with sunlight
Inscripted under starlight
Ingested by the firelight

Remove the screen to see
sparkles in a stranger’s eyes

True love never dies
And is brought to life
When rainbows soar the skies

How do I tell a lily
it is perfect where it lives
and to pluck it from its birthright
would wither what it gives.

How do I tell a mirror
its worth is what it shows
the truth it holds is infinite
its depth nobody knows

How do I tell a mountain
Where it might begin
A determined defiant monalith
its strength is deep within

How do I show a sunset
The colors we all see
giving happiness to the mighty sky
and the relentless iron sea

How do I tell a butterfly
its beauty is not its wings
but in the natural way it always has
brought life to many things

I wonder why so many
people nowadays
seem so out of place
with their merry smiles.

"It's that time of the year again!"
somebody nearby yells,
and bells rang by the stale street.
It's that time of the year, again...

A silver spiral leaves my mouth
spit hits the concrete ground
two greys now form a bound
abusive and it sticks.

The same old slogans, with
the same old tunes
greet me on my way,
it's that time of the day
filled with cheerful faces
and lovely couples.

Almost home, my eyes gazed
the blinding globes on every house
colorful light shows around the street
shrouded by smoke from every fireplace.

All that went to waste
when my feet stepped
through the depths
of my cage,
and the world was painted grey.

Many decorations passed my sight
outside, when I roamed tamed
I'll decorate my wall as well
with myself, hanging down
beside the dimming light.

But the world smiled to me today
and I turned my back
the world smiled to me today
I'll smile back...

And with my silent, final frown
my barely opened, smiling mouth
drops two drops on the ground
one red
one grey
forever bound.

In my heart there is a place I can hear you
your issuing romance exploded from dreamy eyes
all I can see is where I was
and where I want to be

I see now what is meant by the cruel game.
I am not sure you see me as I see you
a two way mirror?
a blank sheet of news?
Do you hear me now or do you hear me then?
What about me, do I hear you now
or do I hear what I expect you to be?

In the end the cold truth wedges itself under my fingernails.
I find myself falling in love with you
the longer you are away
and I don't care to do that to you
as it would be an unfair butterfly net
for a soul such as yours

When you look at me just right
when the noise is low and my soul is quiet
all I can see is the crushing power
within your eyes
the stuttering word killer
the lonely mountain
I remember making good on a promise
to walk you out to my car
and kiss you like an 80's movie

and we barely made it to the book store

Would you like to find that with me again?

Always just seems to encompass so little now a days. like forced nevers that started out strong but ended up limping out the mouth. making every time after falling short of the finish line, crutchless and wounded. turning the next encounter to reruns that have burned itself into view of the latter. Passively predicting the loop but doing little to alter the fateless. because popcorn needs to eaten just as shows are made to be watched. we are all tuned to the same channel, just in different brightness settings. then given the option to search for the remote control that will remain absent. we're told that the search will bare  the fruit desired. and even though it is common knowledge now as to where the path leads and ends. for it was thine own ****** hand that placed the final stone. a ******* in the making. for the only other word to describe such behavior Is insanity. whether it is a question or a statement is beyond the threshold of what im willing to spend time thinking about. even though my thought process is rarely my own and i wouldnt really call us friends either. for if my thoughts betray me why would i give others a privileged that i am not qualified to give away. was there a day in my in my redacted childhood that wont raise its hand when i do roll call. one that warned me, trained me even to Not react but preemptively parry the blows that i would soon take full force. Pretending that its the smoke caressing and constricting the lungs and not the constant sucker punch to the only blind spot left. at this point, neglect works just as well as chasing an unattainable figment. that in my opinion. is far too real and even less tangible.

Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles

Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles

When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles

A shift in mood... My mind chases itself in circles
Little wolf trying to catch its tail
What am I?
A space wolf trapped in a human body
Leading the pack with love-filled-lust
Lost in-between humanity and inhumane
Just a proud humanitarian

A brilliant battle moved
Now you look and see my scar
I'm happy and I'm not

My brain is an insane asylum
Felt like these cells needed soft fabric
I'm elated but depressed
A hyena stressed

I want to be alive and buried with the dead

When I stand I end up on my knees
Bowing down
Dim the lights
Spiritual meditation & healing

Silent like *** of the deaf
I just felt the need to be disorderly-provoking
I was colder
Mind of a higher stoner

I laugh at serious times
Like when the doctor is counting my dimes
Best to pay in tens for my therapy at nine

Bipolar disorder
I need to get my life in order...