lucid dreaming

my heart is in my stomach
'cause i ate love for dinner
and you are like a prize
and i am all a winner

we touch with words
and hands
and feet
and sometimes still
our mouths will meet

and words flow in
and sighs flow out
i wonder what
this poem's about?

so sleep deprived
so full of sun
your warmth, because
you are the one

burning hot
desire can be
but it won't hurt
when felt simply

i hear the frogs
and stars i see
but i'm not where
i want to be

and so i sit
and rhyme and dream
and think of things
not as they seem

and wistfully
i see a life
where i have kids
and i'm a wife

i smile all day
though i am sleepy
and arms hold tight
when i am weepy

and arms hold tight
when i am glad
and calm me down
when i am mad

mais c'est facile
to dream like this
but it's not real
and you, i miss.

Je l'amour de la love

And so you say tu aime cette chose,
"I want you to take off your clothes"
And when you speak your mouth est rose
And words spill out - unraveled bows

And I love you juste comme ça
And though I must remove your bra
(Your eyes stare deep and ask "C'est quoi?")
The fear in you I know I saw

Excitement, too
And nous sommes deux
Becoming one
être un

And je ne sais pas
And oo la la
And so it goes
And hold that pose

So love me dearly like you do
And stare at me with eyes trés bleu
And I will keep you always, true -
For all time, attend pour vous

Recipe

How to make love (serves two)

First add some love, then add some more
With nervousness and lust galore

2 heaping cups of youthful breasts
And strong minds that passed the tests

Stirred emotions
and waves like oceans

Spoon at the end
And hold your friend

~ Eat while hot ~

Sex

opening


her mind, her heart, her legs

fertilizing eggs.

laying like the dregs

in the bottom of a coffee cup.


drank up, used up, used.

pleasured and abused.

a snapdragon popped.

an electric current stopped.

legs akimbo

she is a bimbo.

Perspective

We like to know that we can do without
That less is more
That half empty is really half full

But how do we know what is enough
When we were born complete
And ready to face the day

If only we could see
How much we really have/halve

Productivity/Procrastination

This will go up later.

Gendered

ROYGBI

Intelligence/Happiness

Perfection

Promiscuity

Flight

Your silence is too audible
It grates upon my ears
And when I look into your eyes
I see my own worst fears

I see the times that you weren't there
So visibly absent
And when you hold me in your arms
I know that I resent

The flowers that you gave me
The necklace round my neck
The way you kiss me as you leave
A single hurried peck

Your heart beats slow and steady
Mine flutters like a bird
It's trapped within my ribcage
Its chirping never heard

So long since you have seen me
Yet I cross your path each day
This day-to-day denial
In your stony stoic way

But I want love and wonder
Someone to know my mind
A man that loves me deeply
A man that's smart and kind

He'd ask me how my day was
And take from me my bags
To him I'd be so special
Not just a wife who nags

Or maybe I'll just get a dog
And walk him every day
He'd love me unconditionally
And we would often play

A dog would keep me warm at night
And be a lovely friend
A dog is a great listener
My broken heart would mend

But maybe I can be alone
And all I need is me
Some solitude and freedom
Some real autonomy

I could enjoy my company
And do just as I like
I could take a mid-day nap
Or do a morning hike

I could read a book straight through
Or head off to the mall
I could take a bubble bath
Or watch the tree's leaves fall

Yes, that's just what I'll do
I need some time for me
And then when I am all alone
I'll simply, truly, be.

Punch Happy

Punch punched Judy in the face;
Judy punched Punch with a can full of mace.
Punch poured punch on Judy's head;
Judy poisoned juice and wished Punch dead.

Punch hit Judy judiciously;
Judy fought back with pent up glee.
Punch pulled back and hit Judy square;
Judy screamed "OUCH!" and pulled Punch's hair.

Punch strangled Judy - her eyes about to pop -
Simon came along and told them to stop!
Judy didn't listen 'cause he didn't say his name;
Haven't you ever played that game?

Punch got fooled and stopped right away;
But Simon had already entered the fray.
Judy punched Simon and Simon fought back,
Punch smartened up and gave him a whack!

Fighting and yelling and thrashing about,
Each hit would make them scream or shout.
The three of them tussled and tumbled around,
A sillier group would never be found.

Two Halves Make a Hole in the Heart

If "lonely" is a dish best shared,
Then why is it with you I'm paired?

"Euphoria" leaves a dirty taste;
No longer how this love is based.

Now it's secrets, stalking cats.
Why must you wear so many hats?

And sunglasses, and newspapers -
And on your arm, the shes and hers.

So though we're bound (and manacled),
The bond that ties us has been pulled

And stretched, and stretched, about to break -
This life of ours is our mistake.

And so I free you, from this strife:
Release you from your bitter wife.

Rescind your hasty "Oh, I do",
And give up all the things you knew,

For loneliness is hard to bear,
When someone near should truly care.

Lone, but happy, I will be,
When you are strangely far from me.

To Sleep, Perchance to Feel Better in the Morning

And in the agony of night,
When all your happy thoughts take flight,

You want to see the better half;
How dearly you would like to laugh!

You hold yourself with fists clenched tight,
And hope for hope with all your might -

And in the quiet empty dark,
(Inside your fists nails make their mark),

You strain to hear some happiness;
You want to hear the sound of bliss.

The heavy feeling presses down,
And in dark thoughts you slowly drown...

Escaping to a deep abyss,
You think of all the things you miss,

Filled with bad, yet empty too -
You aren't quite sure what you should do.

And so you put some music on,
And as you stifle back a yawn,

You wrap yourself in blankets deep
And let yourself succumb to sleep.

A Lively Epidemic

Life is a disease
That does affect us all
Some symptoms surely show themselves
And suddenly we fall.

Life ensures we're dying;
We feel it every day.
But we forget the meaning
And we forget to say:

This day, it could be my last!
This day I thrill to BE!
My time alive is limited,
But so far I am free

To learn and love as I see fit,
To rejoice in the world;
Amazement truly strikes me,
As options are unfurled.

All chances must be taken,
All mistakes soon forgot,
All good in me is nourished,
And demons swiftly fought.

So seize your life in both your hands,
One chances is all we've got!
Seek out opportunity
and give life your best shot.

Though dying we are still alive,
Don't hate mortality;
Remember that this is your time,
And live accordingly.

Maddening

Slowly we are going crazy,
Slowly we will go insane.
Try to keep your thoughts together
(there really isn’t much to gain).

Let them run and jump about!
(Some notions run amock);
And when you let the crazies start
You know you’ll have good luck.

Uncensored thoughts are novel –
How freeing it can be!
I know that you’ll be happy –
Embrace insanity!

Making sense is not much fun
And making chaos matters;
Upset the buckets in your mind
As all sense spills and scatters.

A bomb of inspiration
Explodes inside your head;
And as the merry thoughts ensue,
You’ll realize you’re not dead.

Don’t fight it, let it happen!
Loosening of the mind.
Let the shackles slip right off –
Enlightenment you’ll find.

Sit there in a stew of thoughts
And stir the pot some more.
Disorganize all order,
Disrupt the thoughts you store!

Being sane won’t get you far,
And being bored can kill.
So let the madness take you,
And take you where it will.

Cleft Palate

The skies do cry,
Say, "Il fait pleut"
And loves will die,
"Fermez les yeux"
And when I sigh,
"Ne soyez pas bleu"
And I'll belie,
"C'est vous je veux".

So make me scream,
Shout, "Oh mon Dieu!"
And when I dream
Je vois nous deux
And as we age
Nous sommes vieux
But love me still
Je suis mieux.

Fruitful Ponderings

You must be freakin' kidding me!
Fresh squeezed orange juice too?
That fancy shit is just for people
Too lazy to chew!

An orange slice ground up in your mouth
It will expel some juice
The freshest juice you've ever had
Or are you too obtuse

To realize that you waste your time
With shopping and with stress
With buying things and feeling like
You need another dress.

That fancy shampoo that you buy
Cleans just like rest
Although you feel much freer,
Do realize you're oppressed

Your objects they do own you
Your couch controls your life
It defines your actions
And causes needless strife.

You buy that car because it's cool
You need those shoes because they're neat
But $90 bucks for footwear
Is crazy for your feet.

They teach us that we need these things
That stuff will make us happy
And then we are all mixed up
When rich life still feels crappy.

Gold will make you shiny
And make your fingers glisten
But it won't help you make real friends
Or make your children listen.

It's all a scam, a money-grab;
They trick you, can't you see?
They make you think you need these things,
But best in life is free.

Sunsets and sweet kisses,
Will seldom cost a cent,
And when you don't buy stupid shit
You'll have cash left for rent.

Society is deep in debt,
but that's just half the deal
We get lost with wanting
And soon forget what's real.

That t-shirt, it can't hug you
And furniture can't talk
Nice shrubbery won't be your friend
Alone through life you'll walk

Be real, make your own damn juice,
And keep things simple sweet,
Focus on the ones you love,
On people that you meet.

Je love vous

Roll new words along my tongue
Or hold them in my hand
Let them float on water
Or plant them in the sand

Your language sounds so lovely
When whispered in my ear
"D'accord" and sweet "Je t'aime"
Are what I like to hear

What is the real difference
between "connais" and "sais"?
And when I speak improperly,
please tell me the right way.

Words explode like lightning bolts
lighting up my mind.
New words are possibilities;
Seek - what will I find?

You tell me, "Ah, les femmes!"
I know that you just tease.
But when you speak those words to me
I weaken in the knees.

So kiss me in the English way,
And kiss me like the French,
Call me your petite amie,
Or pretty, sexy wench.

Or if the words should fail you,
Just look into my eyes;
Your face will tell me everything
And I will realize

That words are pretty useful
And sound quite lovely, true;
But some languages are silent
And pass from me to you

And you to me, and me to you
And back and forth they go
Sans words we do converse
And both of us will know

That some love has no language
That can be heard aloud
And sometimes words can hide this
They shield and they enshroud

They cover up real meaning
by seeking to explain
Words distort the picture
Like viewing through the rain

So look at me quite closely
And close your ears to sound
And see what's right in front of you:
The lovely girl you've found.

No words can tell you how I feel
"I love you" or "J'adore"
Do not clearly tell you
You're who I'm looking for.

Word Nerds

A word nerd met a word nerd
And they met love together
Lust did join their party too
with lace and lots of leather

"Vernacular" and "scintillate"
were cried into the night
The word nerds, they lit up the sky
with words that were so bright

"Encapsulate me in your arms!"
"Embalm me in your kisses!"
The words nerds used such lovely words -
but there were near-misses:

"Awesomer" is not a word,
no matter what you think,
"Bonerific" might sound cute
but wash it down the sink.

For language is a pretty thing
that must be used with care,
some ugly words that don't exist
may catch you unaware.

So fornicate and make sweet love,
And language don't abuse!
Be forever careful of
the words you choose to use.

Life, Love, Lies

Weaving, wandering, wondering wife
boastfully banters
while wielding a
knife. Niceties nonexistent,
words were whipped westward -
hitting him, her husband;
betraying bastard, bleeding, bleating...
suddenly sorry, self-consciously seething. Seeping self-doubt,
perfectly pouting, perfidious pig,
shouting, shouting. She shines, shameless, show-down
complete. Corruption conquered; killed -
a fine feat.