dawn breaks, baby, for no reason

depression is a right big drag
but almost worse
than all the slag
of molten iron
rage emotion
and all the wild eyed
crazy motions
ranting like a lunatic
and having thoughts that make you sick
and feeling all this gross despair
is when
you start to actually feel better
and the demons in your mind expel
and earth seems once again like paradise
and everyone is so damn nice
and you look back on the way you felt
and feel a damn, damn fool.

depression is invisible - flames of purgatory
that purify the soul.

the inner self
under construction
workmen with ass cracks and all.
its never pretty, till its done.

Compliment Beauty

I do like to
and it seems really right
to express out loud
in terms sincere

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

and everywhere around I see
such beauty beaming back at me

people seem to find it strange
to say these things to everyone
so i hold it in most times
and write it in these
banal rhymes

but you
your face, your eyes your style
are beautiful as all that's wild
you fill me with a sense of awe
the way that nature has you drawn
the vibrations which you emanate
of such subtle, kind and delicate
goddess like effeminate.

i do not wish to win your love
for love is hard i know
but only that you hear the truth
in case some doubt has entered you
that beauty is truth and beauty is you
and you are most very beautiful.