i was just a kid

shapes that make sense and
colors that don't,
peaches taste delicious in the honey moon sun.
dogs sing and birds are dancing.
the hay will be out tonight,

east side sunrise

phone rings but you're dead.
chicken is out to thaw.
the list is on the table.

lawn needs to be mowed.
bird eggs fill my girl brains.
eat grilled peaches with steak.

black and cold like the night.

sometimes in dreams i can create
myself to be another living creature.
you may think i'm crazy and unwell
but my mind is screwed on tight
and i know what i'm saying.
only when i'm dreaming.
I can transform into a black crow
very mysterious, beautiful.

when i dream i think these thoughts.

i dream of dead pretty girls and their cherry lips.
i dream of a world that loves every human equal.
i dream of flowers dancing in the streets after dusk,
after the vampires disappear.
i dream of never ending love under the gorgeous galaxy.
i dream of full bellies for the children with no food.
i dream of a world with cotton candy clouds and bubble gum mountains.
i dream of whiskey rivers and black birds.
of strawberry sunsets and golden smiles.
i dream of angel kisses and fish eyes.

"The two most important 

days in your life are the 

day you are born and the

 day you find out why."

- Mark Twain

bookmark love.

purple moon galaxies, with a love sea below.
if you are ready to take me don't forget
to meet me on Main St. with a dead rose.
bring all you need, come as you are. 
you will see that this world wasn't made 
for you and me. 

a poem.

show me the real you,
the real human in there.
the real feelings.
raw or not.
show me the real you,
with all the life.
the eyes of death
or the eyes of birth.
show me the real you,
all of it, once.
Now.