Do you like the world?

Too much and you won't change it.

Not much, won't bother.

love is life itself

love feeding two or more souls

growing together

Ivy crawls slowly

Up the brick chimney and spouts

Hiding the faded

In a new black dress

She slides across the oak bar

Two shots of whiskey

a fuzzy, a crumb,

a sea, i wish i was some-

thing except for me

Passion is calling

Doubt rushes in, stalling fate

Time slips in, steals fate

The universe rang

With a call to arms because

happiness needs you

Rain drops hit my face,

as i try to get away,

from the life i know.

Getting old is tough.

You've got no time to dawdle

Yet no choice but to

"Bad news is good news",

By which logic I'll assume,

That we're all sadists.