flowers

I am the mad mad sick poet who chose the ways of darkness and sorrow for strength in my words

The waking from the storm reveals the debris of all my torutured days

Where monsoon of water crashed through store windows uprooting trees from the wild spinning tornados that shred the humanity without regard

I am the sad silly romantic loving the way she walks

With bright sunshines that pull me into to paradise with watchful eyes upon me

I walk through with the meadows and gardens with her hand in mine

Slowly we I am pulled into the terrible gravitational force that is love

Pulling me in so tight with each kiss

With each caress

I feel her on me

I do not wish for money drugs food air

I wish for her

In my arms

I am the crazed lover poet with stories to tell of love and loss

Breaking down the walls of my depression with bright

Orange yellow pink purple flowers