If I am lame

and you are my friend,

you will only love me more

and not leave me. 

I know you are just afraid,

but we will hopefuly overcome. 

we have no other choice, 

as we are hurting ourselves

hurt is only a tool

for love.

I feel it beating with desire

Is this what aging is like.

It is not love

It is tainted with smog

Born from a factory

From suffering

We go around

Each other

And miss the connections

Because our cords can not reach each other

Usually.

She keeps spurning me

Then notices me

And spurns me again

She is my tall red headed

Torture device.

I feel the weather of love is in another place

Another time

Where I just wait

My heart breaks

As the women are hardened

By men who are liars

Vipers

Killers of the souls

Of women.

My city isn’t the big hearted place of my imagination

I dream of a people who aren’t chickens

Who peck as they hide

In their clicks

People scare me too

I can get blue

And look to the sky

For Gods loving eyes

As my heart cries.

Love

I find you ensnared

For so long

Going wrong

Love lost

From the rattlesnake

It’s venom seething in your blood

No wonder you find it hard to

Honestly love

Real love

I dream about it in my sleep

Feelings of loss I always keep

But my tears of agony

I feel they speak

Maybe not to you

But at least for me.