Ready

What's taken love from my heart?

I'll tell you not what, but who.

It was me, my own smarts.

Far to say it was love I had too

Much to give away.

No. It was love a built castle,

High, bright and strong so.

Ready for the hassel,

Only to find my foe

Without the means to siege.

And so it was for me,

Out of respect, my duty

To unlay stone and mortar,

And find a formidable enemy.

Whereupon I'd reassemble; 

Hope for hope to rekindle,

And to snuff out the anguish,

The lovelight vanquished. 

Women

...disappointingly,  a subject I feel most comfortable talking about with men. 

writers' building block

If peace of mind is the true prerequisite for good writing, then curse you poverty and all your distractions. 

Bull's Mind

It's time to clean up my act, you see. 

I'm sick of - SICK OF - poisons! 

The more I rattle my brain around

The messier it gets inside.

And I must clean up my act!

Hey! How about exercise?

Of the mind? Of the body?

The starting line's a blur, isn't it?

My motors are, well, shoddy.

I heard somebody say once, 

"Through it". Through it...

The thing is, I think I could. 

I think I can. I think I care.

But through what? And to where?

Better moving than stationary.

Light bulbs flashing now. 

Switches flipping now.

Next stop, Adult. 

I barely have time to feel eager.

Life Cycle [a lot of one word poems]

Star. Blunder. Wonder. Splendor. Order. Starter. Caster. Giver. Purpose. Reason. Life. Death. Doubt. Fear. Fantasy. Faith. Father. Sky. Forgiver. Him. Forgiven. you. Fake. False. Friction. Fail. Real. Nothing. Everything. Perception. Tunnel. Thought. Purpose. Reason. Everything. Purpose. Reason. Everything. Purpose. Reason. Everything. Purpose. Reason. Star. Again. 

Comedy

"I don't know much about Armadillos. That's something I haven't done a lot of 'studying' on, if you know what I mean." 

-Me, Now.

Animals versus Animals

I feel like a marathon.

Where has the time gone? 

I feel American

What is that?

I feel connected, and purposed. 

I feel unsure

I feel unsure

I feel unsure

I feel unsure

I feel unsure

But on the other hand...

I move real slow,

almost on purpose.

And I'm not sure what 

it means to be American.

No, not anymore.

Get out of my country! 

Get out of my country! 

Get out of my country! 

Get out of my country!

How funny are other people

With false senses of entitlement. 

How unlucky that we must come face - to - face.