ambiguous poetry

Lyrically indecisive, rhythmically desperate,
Forgone insured pantomimic laboring,
Derisive autonomic defense mechanics,
Exhausted sleeping mass of life,
I am the Walrus, and the Dude abides.

Unbroken.

I felt a feeling of nirvana.
Momentary in my memory.
Though it lasted a few hours.
It was beautiful and calming.
I wrote a wisdom during it.
Or was it the wisdom that caused it?
The release of past pressures.
They faded from my mind.
And during that time, I was whole.
I was one, unbroken.

Poetic Dissonance

Genius is born not from eloquence and sanctuary, but from necessity and despair. For our sorrows drive us to eliminate pains brought on by inconvenience and inhibition. Indeed it is the impoverished denizens who are most like to satisfy our country's proverbial void and provide the answer required; that we may improve the living conditions for all instead of a select, engorged, few.

P.S. The Dude Abides.

I think about you.

I think about you every day you're always in my head,
And I think about you every night before I go to bed,
I gave you my jacket for a reason I planned it all the way,
So you'd feel me holding you each night as you drift away,
I enjoyed our nights together, you were always really sweet,
And I felt your heart beat slow as you started to fall asleep,
I was too scared to move you, you looked so beautiful there,
So I'd just sit in silence, relaxed, caressing your soft hair,
With every laugh and smile, and with you singing your songs,
You gave me back a zest for life, I thought was all but gone.
So now I'm telling you how I feel these word are true,
And I believe that baby, I'm in love with you.

Two birds of a feather.

When will there be another place, when will there be another time, for me tell you straight to your face, I love you and that's no lie.

I love you so much I want you here, it's all just a hazey mess, until I see you the world ain't clear, that I must confess.

I hope you're feeling better than before, and that you can blissfully fall asleep,
Because my heavy eye's are closing more, so come join me in my dreams.

It doesn't matter where we end up, as long as were together, just like the sweet doves, we're two birds of a feather.

Please let's go

I'm outside in the parking lot,
waiting for you to get off work and it's really hot,
You look so sweet in there,
Taking the orders and fixing your hair,
I'm smilin' in the truck out here,
Listening to the radio,
Well come on baby please let's go,
Down to the old quarry it's saturday night,
There's a party gonna get done right,
Our friends all gonna be there,
We bring the music they bring the beer,
And it's gonna get done right,
We'll be dancin' before you know,
So come on baby please let's go.

Good Night Dear World

Good night, dear world, may the storm thunders rumble softly,
And may the breeze caress you until you slumber gently.
May you dream dreams of far away exotic places,
Where you find yourself among kind and friendly faces.
In the morning may you rise rested and no longer weary,
To sunny skies and butterflies that leave you ever cheery.
May your afternoons be peaceful and relaxing under gold setting sun,
Until the stars come out and whisper softly once day is done.
May you yourself be fun, loving and full of laughter,
Until once again father time comes calling you after.