Thoughts of An Intelligent Animal,
(Naked Emotion Workshop)

What kind of animal have we become,
with our uncaring ways and hurtful and
so very harmful intelligence.
We like to call ourselves human, giving
the name to acts of what we call kindness
that I call common sense.

Outside I hear the world evolving, but
are we ever given time to think why or
where too.
They keep us far to busy to stop and ask,
it’s more important to be thinking, I’m
loosing my hair, what colour are you?

It has been more than just a while
since last a sonnet left my pen
and though to me they are a trial
I'll grit my teeth and try again

Eight syllables in every line
makes for bit stilted poem----
Dang! That is seven, it's not eight
can make for a bit stilted poem

I meant to make this about love
how it can bloom in any heart
a true gift sent from heaven above
wait.... but that's nine syllables

I was around people
But I could not see any of them,
For my mind was somewhere else,
My heart was unsteady,
And my tears wanted to flow like the nile river.

He had talked to me as if he didnt care
He had not detected the pain in my voice,
That is the man I loved,
Sadly he was a married man
And to him I was a passing thing.

some people say i'm scatterbrained.
others say i'm way too invested, too involved.
I would only say I obsess over things.
apparently I can't focus for very long because I go so hard and I burn so bright
that I burn out just as quick.
that may be true for some things, but if you're telling me a year and three or four months
is quick, then i'll tell you the sky is red as blood and romance,
and it's true I can never remember the months, but the year is all that matters, right?