Love poetry skips me
now I see
but your poems
and that guy's doing it tonight
gives me an inspiration
about all bridal like nights

no beloved at night
no life
it's ones' birth right
to fall in love at first sight
smiles in the middle of the darkest night
yeah in the mid of any whispering night

for there's no orgasmic life
without a lovely pulsating night
surely lovers must be bright
ain't I absolutely right
how about tonight

-But we wonder about the world, out there...,
-Beyond our families and friends…
-The steps, or crises, seen elsewhere…,
-Some to applaud, some seeming without end...(!).

-We hope we can still achieve stuff…
-With less threat from disease, or war…
-But, as we’re older-living, increasingly…
-Will our successes prove our flaws…? (!).

Flowers and weeds are really
The same

Except we carefully cultivate
The weeds we want

And give them a very
Special name

I do not wish to lie to you
I should not like to cause you any unnecessary surprise
I only shower you with promise unknowingly
Of a thing inconceivable by your largely unyielding spirit
But rather brought to life by our forlorn ghosts dancing in half-painted shadows

Should I enjoy your presence twice? Quite.
Exceedingly so, hence why the wanderings of my mind should be confined to a vacant space with haste
The second to span out a lifetime
Not to lose consciousness before the birth of opportunity and chance