Pen n paper can't seem to keep their ink off each other...

A blurp here .
A bleep there.
I spit out into the world.
I have to celebrate and praise
the likes of you forever and always.



If there were a candle
flavored incense
I'd name it you.
Like a Sleeping baby Indian
of mystery
dancing
on the sunset
Definitely not ideal
yet fulfilling the soul
Swarming upon millions
that know the same
Only familiarity lacks the difference between that
which is you and actually the in- between, which is you and me.
Making it ludicrous
and once again fluid
in my pumpkin skies.
And if that makes any sense to you
then you already know.



Upon the crystalline
sand of sharp moon dust
and the bountiless*
fruit of you
I substantially become
what a Beautiful Surprise you are,
I possibly foresee...and then know
my paper cut stars are as much you as me

(* I think I made up the word bountiless, I cant find it in a dictionary or google, i get the gist of what it means , do you? Absent, not present etc... I just added a suffix to a word right? Whatever..... make up words, its fun)




i used to envy that
time when envy gets the best
But now if Love is what you seek
essentially
love becomes ludicrously
available
abundant
And envy becomes
a player in the play
just as boys played
girls during Shakespeare's time
Still believable
but only
because you were willing
to suspend your belief



Mom I know you read my blogs, I just wanted to say I love you. Anyone else I love you too. My Mom is just my number one fan right now so props to Mom.