“I just wanna/
thank U/
recognize/
say/
feel/
let U know/
ask…”/
Why is it just,/
these things we ask/
thank/
recognize from?/
Is it just,/
merely,/
only?/
Or much more?

When i tulips meet/
especially below the waist,/
I never once wonder/
how do they taste?/
For after tulips meet/
wurst meat,/
they always taste/
sweat sweet!/
Repeat!

Hello?/
I’m guessing today is a no go-/
no show?/
Just let me know/
so I can prepare 2 go/
with or without yo,/
ya know?/
I’ll just go/
with the ebb and flow/
some mo!

The bed where/
you-we once laid bare/
is now wrinkled, again./
I stare,/
and wonder, and then/
ask, and ponder:/
Do I care/
if I’ll ever make it again?

Wenn ein schlechter Tag/
Dich schlagt,/
will ich doch Dein/
ernsthaft Freund sein!/
Bitte! Lass mich ‘rein!

Revolucíion/
all around!/
Che on walls,/
seeds in the ground./
Which brings more change?/
Kind, hopeful hearts?/
Or souls filled with rage?/
Maybe both;/
I vote growth!

It’s not you I’m spurning/
nor ignoring your yearning./
I’m a romantic poet/
but really didn’t know it/
was for me; I’m learning!

She needed 2 b weaned./
I knew what she meaned./
No phone calls, IMs/
or texts 2 b seen./

It shouldn’t hurt/
like I got reamed/
in the spleen./
But it does.

When the Frost/
had melted/
and she noticed/
where she stood,/
focused,
looked back,/
viewed the wood,/
she smiled. Where she was,/
was good.

How does the mirror appear 2day?/
Cracked? Spotted? Old stained silver grey?/
or do u/
look @ u/
and see thru/
and comprehend anew/
a grander and more complete view?!