out of six strings
the girl has two
she knows what she wants
and that seems like nothing
she's cluless in her perfect world

out of six strings
the girl has four
she knows what she thinks is need
no one has changed like she swears they have
and he has done nothing wrong

out of six strings
the boy has eight
i know he cares
he just doesn't know what to do
or what to say

Awkward Thoughts…

They shovel words down our rarely used throats,
trying to make us swallow or gag so very hard.
Standing on squared circles like silly old goats,
with Hamster chin pouched necks, bellies of lard.

Angry though we get we’re always in the wrong,
excuses are made for our uneducated upbringing.
We can never use truth to voice our helpless song,
unfortunate people trying to sing, no just mudslinging.

Frank Wright had an idea

                                             Bob Frost had an idea

Which popped into his head

                                             Which popped into his mind

A vision of a structure

                                             A vision of a poem

                       Which both knew how

                          to transform into

                                REALITY

Frank's specialty was physical

                                              Bob's specialty was word

every tear is a burning fire
that turns a beating .........................................................heart

into ashes. dodgeing glances
feeds the insecurity making intimidation................heavier

over struggling lungs. gasping for mercy
but mercy is more rare......................................................than

a kiss from gold.
the pleading grows strong enough to bend..................lead