of mailmen and m&ms.

laughter is the language that we speak,
affinity, an enduring bond of simple affection,
just being ourselves, not someone else they seek.
expression, not false constructions in eyes of others,
but from within, an unashamed reflection of who we are,
our hopes,
loves,
whims,
and quirks that few appreciate.
of wealth and splendor i have none to give,
only care, concern and companionship,
an impish grin, giggle and a warm hug,
know that i will always be here for you!

to the wonderful wonderful person who never fails to brighten up my day, love you loads!

i sit here among those who have opinions, abound
pause these: incessant assertations, insistence.
deadlines, of building extensions of oneself in the sky.
celebrate myself, oh such beauty, abound.

what, matters? simplicity escapes me. i seek clarity,
understanding. stone statues sit. worn, mocking
the institutions of splendid inertia, timelessly

dead.

value. by who's standards? penguins on lecterns,
huddled. bastion of serene irrelevance. such bliss,
for in antiquity i justify my existence. confusion.
muddled insecurity cringing behind spires and swirls,
mounds of charred indulgences.