dreams of riding a horse styled in dressage,
smiling at every single sarcastic message,
in a bed of comfort but from the drugs,
as memories of others flood with hugs,
more dreams pass through the mind,
wondering if anything undone or left behind,
swinging hair that floats away in strands,
rotting inside with pain as she stands,
dreams of being a performing dancer,
all taken away as she is dieing of cancer.

the obsessive man rings the per minute charged hotline call,
with a girl on the other end asking a credit card to stall,
he reads out the number but they can't understand,
getting it wrong repeatedly as he holds it in his hand,
eventually getting the number right then putting it through,
he waits patiently with nothing else to do,
then finally talking to a girl eager for his dirty mind,
she slaps something but only saying this is her sexy behind,
he doesn't believe her and calls her bluff,
telling her she can take the phone to a place to stuff,
hanging up after that dead end call causing him no good,
then he takes the phone again feeling misunderstood,
calling his local phone company support number to be put on hold,
listening to the woman speak about how important he is when told,
while soft music plays and put in the cue to soon be attended soon,
he makes this a regular thing to do stopping him going completely loon.

the anger i experience when the blood flows from within,
is the emotional cut to start it new and begin,
launching off from a spring loaded rifle shot,
with the blood flow ceasing from a sealing clot,
the bullet flies to the south who knows where,
never to see the place that is down there,
maybe it hit a fence or wall built to protect,
or crushed a flying by giant annoying insect,
who knows where it stopped soaked in my blood red,
i just wish it hit and entered another head,
absorbed them in anger from the place i took a slice,
controlling another this anger because they are not nice.

little wombat digs a hole deep in the ground,
behind he hears a thumping but familiar sound,
turning in the hole to see that annoying kangaroo,
wanting to know if there is anything new,
the wombat shakes his head and continues to dig,
again behind hearing a sound like a snapping twig,
the goanna licks the air while blinking white,
wanting to know what is happening here tonight,
the wombat shrugs and continues his job,
then hearing behind the koala laughing while being a slob,
he looks in the hole as the wombat curls up inside,
not wanting to be found and trying to hide,
the koala climbs back up the tree sitting near the top,
he signals to a crow passing to come and stop,
pointing to the hole the wombat just dug,
as both smile about it looking prankish and smug,
the crow lands near the entrance and gives a loud call,
as the koala laughs so hard he almost begins to fall,
hearing the wombat moving inside the darkness below,
out pops the snake right in front of the crow,
the wombat is gone after helping find a home for the snake,
now they have disturbed him and a delivered meal he will take.

words move up the screen as the lights come on at the end,
standing after sitting for hours holding popcorn for a friend,
the movie was about the undead advance out in a town,
as people tired walk with murmuring and a frown,
they pour out on the street walking slow,
stepping then pausing without and even flow,
once outside they spread out in a fan pattern attack,
heading to various places into the nights dimmed black,
roaring heard from down the road with screams too,
as we looked both ways with the times past its due,
waving through the mass of people to reach the car,
the flashing lights daze the mind to wonder where we are,
driving out of this cursed town back to the safe zone,
left a friend back there as now i am completely alone.

slippers fall off her feet as she is swept onto the bed,
where a passionate kiss is nurchured with fingers around her head,
they comb through her hair between the strands,
falling through the ends of his spread out hands,
flames of passion ignite in his veins,
as he takes her to screw out her brains,
deeply holding to give the most of his worth,
with screams of pleasure heard around the Earth,
dances in silken sheets waves of oceans ripple,
risings of breath inhales to exhales of triple,
temperatures so hot in the forgetting all the doubts,
as the ending is reached through the screaming shouts,
the home cracks the foundations and collapses in a pile,
as the sky shows above the stars as they lay there for a while.

i draw your picture starting with your face,
draped in silken sheets i carefully trace,
no movement from your body as i pencil a line,
capturing the moment as this will be mine,
detailing the places i like the most of your pose,
then adding the right curves to chin and nose,
falling in love with the art i have made of you,
then looking up to see your gone from my view,
the picture was worth thousands of words but not said,
maybe i should have focused my attention on you instead.

To my friends online i cannot touch,
i see you here and there caring so much,
happy with my current peace loving group,
instead of being in a never ending shit loop,
you get along with no fuss in the crowd,
though what you say is never too loud,
but i listen to what you say when you speak,
and with your silence it does not mean your weak,
the crap is handled with a simple ignore,
instead of taking the bait and being sore,
when those who call us liars cheats and fake,
they are just insulting them self but cannot take,
learning over a long time that it hurts if you have heart,
and hurts more when separated apart,
the friendship itself is what i hope is never thrown away,
so i wish that all friends like you can forever stay.

arms stretched out in the cold ocean waves,
he sinks slowly after no one around saves,
hair spiked up with a stare from his eyes,
bubbles swirl under him escaping to the skies,
deeper into the darkness faded sands lift,
as life pulls away as once it was a gift,
blackness into faded memories grip the mind,
with flashes of times before never thought to find,
a rip pulls under curls of white water draws,
gripped by the side as if by giant clamping claws,
waking to the sun shining bright with hearing a gull,
sitting up with the mind adjusting with blood entering his skull,
no one around but the wind passing his dry hair on the beach,
being just past the waves spreading out of his reach,
the turning until the last focus is to the horizon surf,
a tail flips up in the waves as he sees why he was worth.

the ghosts pass through the walls of the hut,
moving in and swirling deep in the gut,
more come dancing spinning white,
as the clock turns another hour into the night,
filling their body's minds and souls,
reaching the ever winnings and goals,
zombies walk outside dropping the key,
unable to reach but able to see,
an effort is made by stretching pants,
releasing a ghostly stench of romance,
the bubbling fluids help burn the heart,
as the pants back end rips apart,
leaving this place to never come back,
from a pizza hut caused heart attack.