Have you ever found the one that makes your life...
Where there's no other place you could imagine...

Like a puppet on a severed string
Dancing upon poesy in ponds of pageant horizon...

I had a child look at me once and say
Sir, how is it ever I can write a happy poem...

Might endless lisps escape and tell of your pain
Teardrops turn evolution and mascara turn black...

Perhaps theres a truth to how we live
An essence to the cunning winter breeze...

The softest of white plushed clouds
Soaring, enduring, gliding gently by...

Often times I find myself stuck, like a stick in...
And the harder that I fight it, the deeper that...

You know its rather amazing to me after all of...
I've never composed a poem that I thought could...

Dig me down where air ignites truth
Let me flourish into pinstriped corsets...

I once held a coin in the palm of my hands
And with a pair of eager eyes, I set my wishes...