stabbeh fork into meaty crisp brown,
saucy soaked for food to drown,
cut in deep with slides of knife,
a full belleh a result of its life,
using this energy to do fucketh all,
in early life this makes growth tall,
silleh idiot wasted life on couch,
being a shitteh moron grouch,
knees and feet stickeh with gunk,
dribbeh beard stinkeh of drunk,
singlet dirteh from never a wash,
if ever moved fatteh would slosh,
named by kids chubbeh the hut,
because of the plumpeh pear gut,
nothing ever accomplished by now,
except the eater of the dead cow.

forgotten the best of all ideas,
think of it then later it disappears,
maybe need something to write,
but they came in dreams through the night,
or while taking a shower too,
or sitting down on the loo,
when driving along a dark road,
then later nothing showed,
thought at the time would remember it all,
then when comes the time the thoughts stall,
not idea of what it was so good,
maybe life is not meant to be understood.

elements merge to form into reason,
the world turns to evolve the season,
many days pass without knowing more,
partial death then blooming restore,
twisting turns of roots climb,
solid it seems over the course of time,
moving fast as some moves slow,
without a breath we wouldn't know,
pieces of shattered mud cracked by the sun,
a long search is over after you found someone.

matching detatching motions of scratching,
walls of claws to wooden doors latching,
sales during trails of slithering snails,
soaring when boring snoring gales,
notions of emotions powerful devotions,
measuring the pleasuring of love potions,
amounts of doubts or there abouts,
speak to the weak in loud shouts,
slammed to demand they understand,
breaking to aching more than an undertaking,
when the love was above all mistaking,
shines of devines to show pathing lines,
feeding the needing and seeding signs,
powers of flowers given then devours,
cuddled voices muddled forever ours.

shells of shattering sounds spin,
weaponry of war wearing thin,
blood bursts beneath the burns,
tales told of the terror returns,
abilities of ammo all allowed,
clearing covering of cowards cloud,
noises notion to never know,
believed behind in fatal blow,
laying in lies unliving life,
while weeping now the widowed wife,
thought they think to thank their men,
happily helping the honorable hundred and ten.

a pleasing note came floating by,
the reflection in the water blinded my eye,
trying to read this note with glare,
giving it a squinted yet unable stare,
the words could be something great,
by the time my eyes adjust it will be too late,
time passes as i hold my sight,
blinded by the brightest of light,
when the clouds float across the sun,
now my sight returned with reading begun,
starting off with dear and my name,
the words i read were all the same,
"I love you" written across the page,
repeatedly getting smaller at each stage,
until it was so small i could not see,
but the note was directed at me,
then i dropped it seeing a tiny you,
as you wrote it you shrunk too.

Marches in mazes,
the passing phases,
softly they seek,
interrupted the weak,
intentional it hurts,
filthy mind flirts,
unusual painting seen,
colours of milky green,
wiped away with a rag,
making the image drag,
the imagination gone away,
with nothing more to say,
maybe life goes ahead,
until we are eventually dead,
the tree drops a seed,
growing among shrouded weed,
a path with cracks sprouted,
voices heard shouted,
clasping hands cover ears,
hiding inside so outside disappears,
maybe we do this the same,
to avoid the unproven blame.

pacing backwards and forth,
between south and north,
impatience comes and goes,
to a result no one knows,
waiting for things to come,
elaborated by family some,
but the truth may not be hard,
with the deal of the life card,
maybe things will turn out bright,
but sitting with emotion all night,
weights on shoulders check,
cracking stress inside the neck,
a headache burns a pressured brain,
sympathetic towards anothers pain,
maybe they are ok,
but awaiting what the experts say.

Yesterday nothing worked according to plan,
but today seemed better from when it began,
my mind tried to work out the reasons why,
like when it rains after being so dry,
things happen for reasons that i don't understand,
seeing things happen to others unplanned,
i assist where i can without putting others down,
because once the rain starts many would drown,
giving a hand to pull from the currents dragging away,
as i give to some the relief of one good day.

A list of things to do,
the first was spend time with you,
the second was the same,
with a third being dinner by open flame,
the fourth was watch a show,
the fifth was ,,, well ,,, you know,
the sixth is when i lost count,
because i love you an infinite amount.