window shopping

through the streets of romance
love fits the manikin just perfectly

I love window shopping..

at the surface-part II

I am torn about the meaning of friendship
so what is neighborly and what is kinship?
to drink and dine at fancy restaurants?
gossip and use the word love to serve your ambiance?

I am to have no expectations
my love is to be unconditional
to be numb with no sensation
like a dog with puppy love
throw me a bone
that should be enough

it's only a game I finally see
shallow and self serving I foresee
friendship at the surface
of a flowing lake
don't be sorry
for it was my mistake....

on the surface

If I lost all my hair
would you still love me?
If I were terminally ill
would you still kiss me?

If I went blind in both eyes
would you walk me straight?
If I was hungry for food
would you share your plate?

If I needed you every day
would you help me out?
Is our friendship real?
or is there a doubt...

If I was bipolar 
would you dismiss me?
If I called it quits
would you even miss me.....

hypocrisy

Paris
without rain
is not Paris
you said
yet

you judge
my tears
like
a rose
that exists
with thorns
as with
my anguish
and mourns
that
bother you

so while
dogs shall
be dogs
it is
to my
dismay
I must obey
to be
a made up
version
a conversion
an
inversion
of
what you
call "ME"

that pretty feeling I owe to you

like a dog who pants
thirsty and dismayed

for that pretty feeling
for which I owe to you
is gone for an eternity

honey to sugar

had I not tasted the honey
I could settle for sugar
for you see
that is my problem

had you not set the bar
taken me as so far
into the pool of insanity
you see....

had I not felt every cell
vibrate to your presence
or my voice quiver
in euphoria and pleasance

had I not known
what it should be
you'd be and could be
how simple it would be..

from your warmth to cold ice
starry nights to twinkles
from honey with depth
to sugary sprinkles







 

my blood shot eyes

blood shot eyes
you ask why
for I have not cried
as yet I am tired
from having tried
to fit in that box
the one you tied

utterly depleted
from having lied
to satisfy 
your perception