there is only paper now
words are now unloved
but be brave ghost of my fingers
and sing your songs of her skin
into the cartoon morning
in all the clown colors of wanting you
melting on that unwritten page.

'' I gave you my heart, you threw me a bone
A bare bone, lacking flavor’’’ Poet Barbara …

Yeah ,Yeah ,Yeah
Just excellent ,
it inspires and fires.

The human race,
Is normally compared to
Dogs and rats…
Behaviorally ,
these two kinds abound.

There is no life,
Which is not surrounded by sex…
Artists, including painters and poets,
Cum off their very best,
When in their bare

Hope you have seen
The Titanic explore,
The manifestations
of human minds galore

I can emulate my own, best amigo
or my fiercest, and worse enemy;

I also could end up easily, beside myself
continually, convicingly arguing things over, and over with, me!

However, whatever I'm feeling down inside
will usually fade, and disappear from my view;

unless, of course I see right through myself
with my hidden agendas all shining through.

Plus, I even seem to be more confused, of late
and so unsure of which facts I should give;

I am changing,
throwing away memories and rearranging.

The past becomes faded so Im planning futuristic events,
been thinking about this,
correcting my mistakes you see im trying to make sense,
on how the world works and why the earth spins,
Kind of comparing mistakes to dumb decisions.

I am changing don't watch just listen,
read the words I think I figured out that they are gifted,
pause for a minute......
sparks light the dark and now the inspirations kickin.