Ah, Old People

Dance floor waxed. The hips that flip. Cups of juice, Chaos to floor plans and loafers. Rex Harrison hats fly thru air as disks on an amusement ride. Old people bodies stacked spouting "where are my meds?!" You are laying on them geriatric!

Untitled (old)

I walk on the street corner and I see your reflection within the walls of the showcase. As my lips make love to the glass, my dark side went to drink expresso and hear the faint sound of the beatnik snap. My florist asks if I will be attending classes. "Not today, ma'am. I'm sick of a Roman love hang-over and my walls are ready to fall."


- Posted using my iPad

Thanks (old)

As I hung up the phone, you gave me inspiration and a cup of coffee. You woke me up to say, "You must face the music you haven't wrote yet."


- Posted using my iPad

Location:SW 62nd St,Oklahoma City,United States

Her...

Its hard to write about things that presently give you joy. Sad that people live in the past rather then the now. I lay next to the exception. She has a style of Ruby, and shines where the smallest and brightest light can't. Before my life was a half wing of prayer and uncertainty. It's now full flight. Acoustic brilliance of smile and laughter. We have build a life of us. A monument to the smile and dedication our family has for each other. Center of the chaos. Her. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Lesson One

How are you, my island without a sun.
Black moon rising, so far away from home.
You wear your heart on your jacket and invite others for a cry. Taking the pain that others leave behind. I understand now, my mission's very clear.
To understand love... Is to understand fear.

Crown

I fell off the edge on the world this morning, reaching for the star you wanted me to name. I told you that it's name was "crown" and some day I would hand it back to the princess from which it fell, but his will is growing faint so I must add myself to the collective. But promise me one thing... one thing my love, cry not. If you must, turn from me. It would feel as if I died over and over for every tear I couldn't wipe away.

E. Kassebaum 26

To me you sound like a man that hates the world. Existing but not liking what you are seeing. Held together by strands of life's beard but life is a bald fuck so you are liable to snap at any time. First it will start mildly. "I didn't punch him, he ran into my fist." then you will explode but don't forget to smile. The camera will be rolling.