Popped

I played the carnival clown
blowing hot air into balloons
That would drift to the ground.
And I woke violently
From my waking sleep
Eye contact told a story
Of what he could teach...
So I breathe deep
Drift into my sleep
And accept that this wish
Has been only a dream.

Still frantically I grasp
Almost desperately
Involved and invested
In discovering this being

And the question holds
In what do I believe?
Because I'm feeling quite disowned
And rather publicly.

Take it or Leave it.

Leave it, Friend, because it never was yours.
Mother Culture is killing Mother Earth!
Believe in your heart how we're living is wrong.
Excessive consumption must not go on...
'What defines excess?' may be your query:
—more than or above what is necessary—!!
Now necessary too must be defined:
—what's needed in order to survive—
Ponder these concepts, and let us converse
Do you feel you are harming or healing the earth?

Liability

These faces I wear are more than two
But it's less than three
That means love to you.
So, I worry we'll stray
That's what humans do
When there's no satisfaction
In the things they pursue.

Full On Love Drug

Oh, love, that is my drug, my bodies desperate need for touch...I ask that you subside inside a box, for misery has cum. I believed in simple needs and primal instincts based on breed, for just a moment; caught and cleaned, reviewed, revisited, thus dirtied... I showed my face, the colors came, I dressed my cake, and then we ate... My heart believes, it is ok... but if a choice is to be made, I think I'll have nothing to say... for I don't believe, this is a choice for me, my love is complete ... regardless of the light it's underneath.