I live down under, enjoy the thunder

Our sunsets here are quite a wonder

Keepin out critters requires a gate

But if they overrun ya, 

    call a mate.

I'll see your sunsets and raise you fog

I live in London near a marshy bog

Our manners here are really quite proper

Unless like me you're a 

    cronic pub hopper.

Your pub has nothing on our cafes

In Paris we also have some fine plays

We may sometimes be a bit stinky

But we're romantic and 

    I have a big winky.

No, Beijing is better place!

We Chinese, we get in your face

You might think you tall and strong

But think you beat us all, 

    you wrong!

China filthy, crowded and rude

In Japan you'll find polite attitude

We clean and make much better stuff

We no ever get 

    in a huff.

Japan is very very small

Come to the biggest continent of all

Northern African territory

Don't go South 

    to the racist category.

Size has nothing on our coasts

In Mexico it's the Pacific that we boasts

Waves that crash as high as the sky

For a few pesos 

    colorful goods to try.

Aloha, from the Hawaiian tropics

While we are on the Pacific topics

Come enjoy the magic in our waters

Just don't be messin 

    with our daughters.

America is really the place to be

Home of the brave and land of the free

Well, that's the way it was supposed to be

Now you'll go to jail just 

    for climbing a tree.

(As a disclaimer, I do know Hawaii is part of America and also, the stereotyping was quite on purpose and meant to be funny. I hope everyone got that and no offense was  taken.)

I fancy myself an assassin on a mission,

Out to eradicate a corrupt politician.

Or a foreign agent toying with nuclear fission,

Who gets caught and now must face extradition.

Maybe a famed actress on an audition,

Playing the part of a psychotic physician.

I’m interested in forensics and decomposition,

But yuck as a cadaver-cutting mortician.

How about a mechanic repairing the transmission,

In a dark green, four-wheel-drive Ford Expedition?

It must be rewarding to be a physician,

Traveling the world to cure malnutrition.

I am rather smart, I could be a statistician,

But that sounds just as boring as a mathematician.

A caped, hat-and-rabbit, upstart magician,

As the opening act for a famous musician.

But alas, it’s just me, a limited edition

Relentlessly pursuing my literary ambition.

Creak. 

The old door slowly opened, and a young girl stood at the threshold. 

Eyes wide with fear, she peered into the darkness. 

"Sis?" She called, meek voice cutting the silence. 

No reply. 

Turning to leave, movement caught her eye. A pale face stared her down. 

"Stay with me, sister."

She stalked me for too long. 

Her heart poisoned with lustful love. 

I told her I never wanted to see her again.

A few days later I went to visit my girlfriend

Only to find the lovesick stalker there.

Dressed in her clothes.

Wearing her face like a Halloween mask.

Will this time leave it's mark?

Will it leave us in the dark?

Will the time bring life anew?

Or will it leave us black and blue?

Is there any way I'll know you

Like the you before I knew?

Will we recover what's been lost?

Will we pay too high a cost?

Will your touch still be familiar?

Or will it start to feel peculiar?

How do we get back what is gone?

How can we repair the bond?

Have they robbed us of each other?

I will never love another

Can we wish on the same star?

Will this time leave us a scar?

The future was exciting,

our chance to be free,

but the distance was cruel

and left no time for me.

Phone calls unanswered-

but only on your side,

so if we do fall apart

at least I know I tried.

I wish

You'd be

The war in

My heart

With battles

Fought

With finger

& tongue tips

On delicate

Skin

They say home is where the heart is,

And if thatʼs true then Iʼm divided.

Iʼm not from here but Iʼm not from there.

Iʼm from nowhere…

Or everywhere?

What is home anyway?

Is it the building?

Is it a roof and a bed?

Or is it the place where we can loosen ourselves?

A local misfit in my hometown,

But a sense of belonging as an outsider.

They say home is where the heart is…

Perhaps I'm homeless.

I feel

Like some ol’ dog,

Lost at the pound.

Ear bit off;

Tail, a mess;

Whiskers, black & grey.

Visitors

Walk by,

Lookin' fer young pups.

Soon,

They’ll all be gone;

I’ll remain.

Hmmmmm,

“Wuz I ever

Cute as them?”

No matter;

No way,

Not now.

I had …

Good times

Chasing cats.

I had …

Fine days

Diggin’ holes.

I had …

All that

& more.

Now,

I’m an ol’ dog,

Sittin’ at the pound.

Ear bit off;

Tail, a mess;

Whiskers, black & grey.

Pictures inside, I see in my head

Images so clear, so real yet dead

For you see, oh you see

They are all but inside of me

Some are dark, sorrowful and bloody

That if I say them out loud, people might think I’m crazy

Mostly it’s a war that’s never ending

A dispute of my mind, heart & soul, tormenting

Few times there is beauty & peaceful

Thoughts of love, flying butterflies that are graceful

Sometimes happiness that is filled with hope

And a bottle of motivation to fill my empty soul

These thoughts of mine who forever wander

In the sea of Imagination, I begin to plunder

For you see, oh you see, tis the only thing free

In this world, in here, where I fail to see