There once was a man with big hands,
Who liked to fondle his glands,
When he got married,
This habit was buried,
And now he grabs his wife's cans.

"Butterflies"

Bit on the dark side. You were warned =P *HUGS*)
"Butterflies"
Butterflies have landed in the hair
Of a small girl black shoes white shirt no eyes
No I mistake, no wait
Her eyes are there they're just
Blinded rewinded rewound and wound down,
Down the spiral where she left her roses,
Scattered the flowers of youth about
The grave of the girl who should
Of could of would of was not never was her.
Spiders have landed in the soul
Of a small girl blue eyes pale skin red scars
Yes red, not dead, arms bled
Are still shaking, still moving through the
Windows removing all fear, all that was here
Scratched matched flamed and blamed
On the little girl who kneels crying
At the grave of the child she should
Of could of would of was not never was never got a chance to be.
Sunlight has landed on the life
Of a small girl dying slowly in the dim earth
On the rim of a dark cliff, out of our minds
We are now scared stiff
She is clinging singing zinging through the
world she is just trying crying flying
And dying for her sins
In honour and forgotten memory
Of the little girl who she should
Of could of would of was not never was always should have
had the chance to be.

Flip Flops

Velcro, fabric, and rubber,
makes a weapon like no other
They're small and flat,
produce quite a *thwap*,
it's enough to make you snap
You might be lead to think,
as it's wielder playfully winks,
who throws a shoe?
But then you'd be wrong,
for a shoe it's not
It is the dreaded Flip Flop!

... round one!

hand it over,
give it back.
when i said you could have it,
i didn't mean that
you could take it out
and stomp it apart,
no, i want it back,
give me back my heart.

... hm, that was okay, but let's try for two.

you put things in my hands,
you take them back out.
i watch, i listen, i love, and
i never know what you're about.
you are the quietest man i've ever met,
you are the most confusing friend of mine.
i watch, i listen, i love, and
i fall for you every time. do
you know what i am about? do
you really understand?

... well, i've never been queen of love poems. so a third attempt.

hands down,
i can hardly handle you.
and i don't know whether or not
you even try to handle me.
doesn't matter,
i'm pleased with the good things we do,
even i can never tell if you
ever feel similarly.
hard to read,
you put the simple in japanese.
crazy american,
why do you do this to me?
hand over hand, i try
so very hard to please.
but you are closed like a book
in a language i can't read.

hands down, hands held,
i'm confused,
but pleased.

Untitled

We were talking late that night
Just you and I alone
Your day wasn't all that good I hear
Through the sobbing and the moans
I tried my best to help you out
It was only a warning sign
Little did I know that you
Had your life upon the line
The talk we had ended far beyond
the length of time we talk for
You hung up quick and blocked me out
yet I yearn to talk some more
I went to a party the following night
My problems I did forget
That was until I got the news
the timer had been set
I raced as fast as I could
To see by best all time mate
I found you in a quivering heap
I'm afraid I was too late
Soon after the others arrived
Hurried to our sides
Bit by bit your life ebbed away
Ebbed just like the tides
I held onto you tightly
my grip I would not release
You opened your eyes and muttered
That for once you would have peace
My grip got even tighter
Tears rolled down my cheeks
I was blind not to see at all
What you had experienced these past few weeks
I released my grip as
a soft hand brushed my face
I put you upon your bed as
the chemicals ran their race
I asked to be alone with you
My friends were all persistent
Finally they got to leave
And you were getting distant
I sat beside you and looked at you
Asked you why you had done this
Your strength was fleeting but
you had enough to move in for a kiss
I couldn't stop the tears now
Nor could you if we tried
you said it would be easier on us
on yourself if you died
I pressed my forehead against your own
our embrace was soft like goo
Over and over I said to myself
"This just cannot be true"
Pure whiteness surrounds you now
In coffin and in flower
I'll miss you now my dearest friend
My life has just turned sour
I thought about it every night
Since I lost you in my arms
I reached for you all through that time
like leaves upon the palms
Since then the times I have grabbed knives
I've found them pointed toward my chest
My friends and yours stopped me every time
Like you I wanted rest
The past no longer matters now
I'm here and you are dead
It will stay with me throughout my life
Everything that you said
As I leave I turn again
To gaze upon your corpse
You said you'd attend my funeral
We'd laughed about it in our talks
My friends are here, they comfort me
I am beginning my life anew
No matter what I think or say
I will always be missing you

Civillisation

The same old chant of life sucks is heard
I chuckle and sit back
The same old whine of "I hate this world"
I smile
These voices I hear
that tell me life is bad
I listen to with a grin
and nod my head again
I wonder what it is
that makes these people curse
Life is a gift
not a parcel bomb
but why is it that I laugh?
and why do I feel pity for these disillusioned people
Do they really hate life?
or this culture of greed and lust?
this 'civillisation' of needs and wants
this childish desire to own and control
our media tells us
that materialistic gain and sexual gain
are all that we ever need
greed is good,
Lust is everything
we are told this,
And so, that is my reason for not feeling sorry
that is the heart of my laughter
I feel sorry for those growing up in this power hungry world
left naked and defensless to the wolves of lust and greed
is it any suprise that self esteem is low
when the good and the kind are pursecuted
and the greedy and the lustful are roaming free
yes, I laugh, I find it funny
well don't you as well?
after all, what's not to laugh at?
It's our fault it's like this anyway.

I had something in my memory
but now it is gone.
Just cobwebs in that place.
I'm sure it was a happy time,
that memory now gone.
Full of sunshine and rainbows,
laughter and joy.
Though cobwebs are fine as well.
they soften the noise
that echoes inside,
a tune from long past
that makes me cry.