Yes, I'm patting myself on the back

because amazement compelled me


I'm one of the good, sobered people

of many yet in me I'm mostly proud


When one gets to here we see a now

and at this lovely moment you're all

"Why don't you write a poem about it?" He queried sarcastically

it being my emotional pain stemming from childhood anxieties


And so, I penned great piles of poetries concerning many things

including lots about the blues I'd been feeling in re Mr. Mockery

Mathematical, electro-chemical

big, complexing communicatory

impulses...

If I giggle when I'm hurting

will I ease my growing pain,

can humor done as spurting

make me happy in my brain?

My soul's slow-burning TNT fuses:

inch-worming through Earth's clay

as an old hand-wound phonograph

treading a bouncing, sparkling step

marking every emotion self-seeking 

over sizzling starkness of sobrieties

These mosquitos are here, and they're here to stay

why there's nothing we can do to keep them at bay


They're going to get us past screens and front door

why the pests need plasma, and always want more!

I don't know what power's holding me up

but this energy's not what we're believing

and our divineness isn't how we're saying


I know a force to be scientifically truthful

every spirit within parcel to one equation

all math, physics and chemistry functions 

In the face of factuality, at the heart of all that's real

bargains made from lemonade paint delightful deals 


Stand stored near inklings urged, cheerfully my must

squeeze a child's joyfulness past moldy beer and dust


Though dying time be brawny, one whistle upon dark

whittles down an aging frown creating youthful spark


Remember to stay happy, forget these scorching years

grin I win to whom we've been releasing grateful tears

Is that my head cut off in a basket

rolling down an ancient pyramid?


Have I played an evolutionary part

dealt as niceness everything I did?


Am I to be remembered as a goody

ends of me returning well reports?


Did I help each living human being   

surviving all my fitting last retorts?

She likes my ice cream and I like her cake,

these ingredients of ours a baby will make


Add on double wow-wows of ecstatic icing,

sprinkle a sparkly, happy soulmates dream!

Reincarnation's a really smart idea,

the act of returning in other bodies

but premature, lacking foundations

as the coming back theory's correct

molecules are recycled then reused

except what's new isn't us anymore.

I found her, she's everything and all

sexy body, personality stands so tall


Khmer girl, a sweet and innocent 44

quite kind, warm, and so much more


Very caring, sincere with every word

a compassionate, happy Asianic bird


Her name's Eng, she has 2 good sons

we play, I see the love within our fun

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