Often times I wonder just how bad can the repercussions of taking a poop in a public sandbox be.  People may argue that it’s out of respect, rules, laws, simple self preservation in any of its facets.  These are the reasons I may or may not behave like a street cat.

Do I think about these things because I seek attention? Do I imagine jumping on tables & releasing a raccoon onto a restaurant out of boredom?  Is it because I’m a concerned citizen?  Who knows, if I throw a raccoon on someones table & the raccoon bites a dinner guest, the trip to the hospital may have resulted in saving that persons life. Otherwise dinner would of went according to plan & BAM, car wreck caused by a stampede of elephants escaped from someones home. You just don’t know these things. Then the justification of my action becomes forcing a controlled outcome. But holy shiz, what if the ride to the hospital results in the elephants stampeding on poor raccoon injured person. Then do my actions become wrong? Then again given the ideas of space & matter, if previous events do not unfold in whichever manner something else is going to happen, say stampeding elephants don’t trample said person & instead take a shit in a public playground, resulting in a radioactive uprising of mutant banana trees hell bent on the destruction of playgrounds. Where would the world be without playgrounds? On a side & totally unrelated note, why can’t adults play on playgrounds without looking like pedophiles?

So many variables, our decisions become overwhelming once we consider the infinity behind every microcosmic outcome of infinity. Thus I would assume the reason I do not take shits in public & scream out loud about monkeys having sex is because I like getting laid. Thus ultimately all decisions I make really revolve around what my girl would put up with. Am I a slave of evolutionary design or am I that shallow? IDK, to begin to question such ideas only results in me becoming overwhelmed. With that said, everything we do has an outcome. If that outcome results in more people smiling than frowning, it was a good action. That is the mindset I must follow, otherwise reality & consequences make no sense to me.

Freckled Inspiration

Forest Thomer

I gaze onto you mesmerized, as if I don’t believe the lies.  I gaze onto you with my eye; I must ponder the reality of this lie.  A creature so tender & real, full of zest, love, and zeal!  A heart transformed warm and soft once enamored in hardened steel.  I cannot help myself from loving you, emotion of joy overwhelm as my face becomes wet with one darting tear.  Dripping about as it ignites darkness with the reflection of your face.  Lazily about it graces my cheek as my emotions tangibly chase, like a spider twirls from a thread, reminding us to trust our web. Somewhere I wonder if this is the eruption I long for.  Choice to walk through multiple doors I am forced to stare at options and choose both.  Why must I be forced to walk a path limiting my investment to a single choice?  What is it of this freedom that I cannot bare to lose?  Sometimes I simply want a red crayon to be blue & others I feel that given enough investment can melt the wax & transcribe it to a color of my chosen hue.  It’s as if my mind has trouble convincing itself to choose and begins a dangling twist of irreparable logic that confines itself upon infinite loops.  To fold to the left is but a sound choice until need pry to the right.  To justify is but a curse forcing me to choose.  For if I do not choose, I am but stuck wondering about limitless option.  But it is you I choose, for you are unlike any other muse.  You inspire, as if your grace is some fancy attire I flaunt.  For you take these awkward lingering thoughts of string and pull them taught with all you bring. You are my queen, for whom I often dream.  My dreams I cannot bear to remove you from, for such thoughts are not dreams, for all likelihood of happiness evaporates into stagnant air without the thought of your lovely glare.  Without the cast of your skin so fair, I dare not dream of reality in which that truth comes to bear.  For without you my pedestal of greatness is but a broken chair, missing legs and leaning for support, but your fingers, toes, and smile are what bring a hazard ship to port.  You are my women, my girl, my queen and nothing and none will I allow to tear you from this dream.  Much as a spider twirls from thread, without your lifeline I am dead.  For my dreams will crumble and die, wet enriched fancy will simply dry.  You I invest my heart and soul; they are yours as you please.  My conscience, love, and body I give, for you I bend my knees.  For you and no other I will appease.  May our seed blossom into a tree and that tree give way to trees?  And may a forest spring fourth from the love that resided in me for my precious babe, love be inside you, fertile and lean.  For you are the women of my dreams who has turned crumbled paper into a vast array of greens.  Your heart is the only wealth I seek, for other treasure is no comparable feat.  I gaze onto you mesmerized, this feels to true to be some ill-conceived lies.  As I gaze onto you with my eye, I know this reality is no lie.

Helicase unlaces the lace laden face of a girl whom I taste! You a purine, I pyrimidine; a tangible dream, composed steam forming a stream, beautiful flow, some things ya know.  Topoisomerase stabilizing as I await polymerase to make its mark.

You cute lil thing, you’ve infested my brain, like a bird I’ll sing & confess to the world in my glittered vest; “You make me happy!”

The world dissociates & time non-linear when you’re near.  Though we both may fear an inevitably of such interplay, you will always stay within a niche of my heart as I await polymerase to make its mark.

Though fire may tire, though flame may bend, this convolution of chemical induced evolution I’ll defend.  Let not this whisper go unheard amongst the ferocity of entropy & detest because I confess, “You make me happy!”

You’re smile does not fully confide the beauty I see, much as a tree does not display the intricacies of its roots, your aspiration is far from some visible shoots.  Meiotic cell division lends as one adjust their lens to those enticing grins escaping beneath the bark, as I await for polymerase to make its mark.

Gyrase be kind as I stare mesmerized by this unwinding quest because I confess, “You make me happy!”

She had a chipped purple nail, taunting me with her machete, all hail the confetti smile brought fourth from this daunting trial as I decide to bide my time in this pointless game, to make a cute girl sing the lullaby of praise as her deterred gaze views these words absurd! With her chipped nails I PONDER IF ATTENTION TO DETAIL FAILS! Why do you ask for proof of my skill. The game test my will as nonsense fills the void, illogical consequence toyed within my reality, questioning the civility of this situation, enthralling me in contemplation! I’ve never laid on the ground with a cuddly gal, relatively wise and profound atop a bed next to me! She’s an arm length away, decimated within my view, a disguise to the fact that something lacks despite the fact everything checks, something is gone, something is wrong, mentally stimulating me in a means I’ve longed! There is no desire to gaze into her hour atop hour. She might as well be gone. Organic fertilization is not there as time continues to wear, nothing to tear, nothing to fight, just nothing! Is the inorganic fertilization of this lack of conversation worth the time already invested? What is the value in this companion? This is the tail of an epic fail, when one realizes that sometimes despite efforts made and insight gained, perfection is not worth the investment! Sometimes you just don’t care, maybe this was the Halloween scare awaited for! Trick or Treat, who cares when the conquest at hand isn’t worth being aware! Isn’t worth the focus of your stare. Where does this meaning of worth come? How come some can define who you become and others only encourage you to run? Who will stand beside me in a crowd and claim that I am theirs to tame? That I am the boy that more than any other they enjoy? When will I meet that girl who I really care to make me aware? That second Serene embrace, except this time tied with lace. A person who wears but one face, willing to stand beside me in disgrace regardless of what the world thinks because only they can capture my haste?

This is pointless! My time could be better spent on issues grandeur than love! I could be skipping!

How to express the destructive nature of hay stacks
and the stress associated with as a pin needle acts.
Lost inside, light crashing down gaping wide from the laugh affiliated with confusions draft.
Wondering about the steps of Alice, fighting the callous.
Stay soft and warm, disarm the alarm that rings triumphant in my ear.
Focus upon the unknown path and wonder about without fear.
Obstacles align taking whats mine, in due time, the dreams I chase will align with the path I create, despite the ignorant trance developed.
I am a T-Rex, extinction is what’s next!  Because despite the hardship to remain the apex, I’ll settle for nothing less!

I never thought I’d miss the touch of you this much! I look at a picture of your eyes as they smile fiercely and wish it was I you stared at so intensely! A seed cracks as roots take route in the slop resulted from an overturned bucket allowed to drop. In this midst of this glop allowed to plop idly down on top richly fertilized ground, somehow growth has failed, despite the intricate tunnels dispersed and tailed via nutrient surplus.

I can’t help but gush as I think of the way you hold your fingers across your lips saying hush! As if those eyes are all one needs to look beyond the stupid lies as we dance this dance of hypnotic distance between us. No matter how far we pull away and stretch the rope that bound us, it’s inevitable that it will snap! The gap resulting from the seed cracking grows greater as I try my best to hate her. But I’ve tasted her, felt her, and loved her before she was this precious queen. Back when I knew her as an ugly hell hound, decrepit and mean, with gnashing teeth she’d use down beneath for her pleasure as her tongue was a utensil she used to measure.

In the midst of my ignorance I chose not to please her, instead I sat back and teased her. With circular kisses across her hand and down her wrist, talking with an ignorant lisp, caught up in the magical wisp as one hand frisked while the other whisked the taste of the air created from that magical stare. Eyes half rolled backward, face flushed absurd, the smell of your sweat as I vetted your approach to swoon. Out and about on that gym set in the afternoon. Kissing you despite the gloom of the encompassing moon drawing our time to a close, like some blacken rose, which at one time arose from a seed, but such change I can only assume is how time goes! Who knows, maybe I’ll be blessed again with that look I stare upon now and defend it territorially like the animal I am. A stupid ram who met a scorpion and chose to avoid the sting, losing out on unknown gain. Instead I sit and stare at this pretty face with rich memories to keep me company. Knowing that for some reason a stupid kid who can’t begin to comprehend what’s spoken here has had those three words uttered to him by this pretty face I hold dear.

A picture leads to thoughts, thoughts lead to words, words to action. What a deadly contraption you are my little star who broke a scar. My Disney princess I confess, I loved you as a hot mess, how these words shall detest my tempted mind, as I’ve witnessed a nickle transformed into a dime, hence the reason for this rhyme.

There is something about the way she looks at me! I don’t know what love is nore do I understand the complex line bordering between love and lust. But everything about the way she looks at me suggests something more. Neither of us wants more, yet the complex power play entwined within our social dynamic dissipates at the first sign of affection. I take my hand and run it down the side of her face, gently stroking the back of her neck. I run it up through her hair, pull her in closer to me. She takes her arm and holds me close, her body warm, beads of sweat forming on my head, yet in fear of losing the fleeting moment I remain uncomfortable totally absorbed by the feeling. I hate the feeling yet love it. The recognition of it coming to an end, the final turn of a roller coaster approaching, the sinking feeling one comes to upon realizing they must return to a place of loneliness! These are the ideals I face upon the journey, so blinded by the future I can’t partake in the present. I try to forget such thought, try to push it out of my head, but I can’t. I’m my own worse enemy! I’m so afraid to lose control that I’m unwilling to put myself at the mercy of another. In the end that is what love is, it’s the ultimate vulnerability! Where some fantasize about strength I perceive weakness. Not that those in love are weak, I truly envy such people, it’s that those in love have opened themselves up to another target. Those they love must not be willing to abuse such a trait, must not be afraid to reciprocate, and more importantly not manipulate the other. What is it about love that makes it so sought after? Do we ever truly experience love? How do we know when we’re in love? What is it? Can I even feel it? Then again what is hate, can one truly feel hate? How can decisions be made based off perceptions we can’t logic through? Then again, the illogical is a characteristic of humanity to? These ideas plague me, because this is what the human experience is about. If I can’t describe the basis of what we are, if I can’t say for certain I’ve even experienced such core fundamental aspects of the human psyche, does that mean I’m not experiencing the human experience? I may not be a spiritual person but I have passion and I love deeply. Love and passion are all that it takes to change the world and I have the courage to stand on my own and face the unknown. Yet when I’m with you no challenge seems to great, no feat becomes to troublesome, and love becomes a reality. For when I hold you, whisper to you, get lost in the soothing contours of your face I just know. To live life without your touch in exchange for the greatest riches offered I would not do, for there is nothing that can distract my gaze long enough for me not to realize what I don’t have.

I gaze into your eyes, the world dies. I hold you near, emotion I fear. I want to kiss you again and again, till this fleeting moments end. I want to let go, be sucked in by your gentle undertow. I want to cry, can’t explain why. I don’t know how, But in the here, in the now, I want you by my side. For this is not a ride I’m going to continue to flee and hide. Your waves crashing high, tears rolling as I cry, crushed beneath your embracing tide. I fall, defy, logic against a wall, i try my best to lie, but I can’t fool myself as I try. Flying high crashing into the entwined ropes you tie. I can’t cast you aside. My time I continue to bide, why, cry, lie, tie, up my hope will fly or else all will die. I gaze into your eyes, the world dies. I hold you near, why do I fear?

There once was a bug, who lived under a mug. And down the hill from the bug who lived under the mug, lived a lonely bug under a rug. Some say the reason the bug under the rug was lonely was because he didn’t have another bug to hug. Others said it was because his heart was incapable of feeling a tug. Numerous stories twirl developing into a disruptive swirl eventually defining a moment through the neighborhood no one understood. Days, months, a lifetime past It all goes by very fast. Not one bug went to see about the bug under the rug. If he came up in conversation, a joke was easily the end result of such contemplation. Content with stories, each enveloped in their own worries. Never seeking out the rug bug, all were happy and snug, many very smug.

The mug bug, quite cool. How all the girl bugs would drool. Oh, was the mug bug cool. One day, out of the way Life happens, things change, and all you thought was right ends up being deranged. Friends leave, leaves fall, and down on your luck it’s hard to stand tall. The poor mug bug, once so cool, was as popular as a broken-rusty tool.

 Lonely, confused, no friends, no fame, this was not a state he wanted to remain. On an evening rather untamed; with misfortune seething under labored breathing, the mug bug fell. He began to yell, a life once so swell, had crashed and burned strait to hell. Many bugs walked by, distancing themselves from the mug bug as he cry. But one bug walked up and said hi. He asked, “Why is it that you cry?” The mug bug looked up, eye to eye, and replied… “I’m standing here looking at the sky, and all I can do is stand here and cry. I’m standing here looking at the air, and all I can do is stand here and stare. I’m staring here looking at the sky, How I wish I could grow wings and fly. Forever here, forever near, on this ground, forever earthly bound.” “You don’t understand, I had the whole world in my hand, and…”

 The bug who said hi interrupted with a harsh reply, “You can sit there and cry, you can sit there and moan! But until you try, Until you change your tone! This wallowing in doubt, will only lead you to more drought! As a matter of fact, life is nothing more than some tragic act. If I offer you nothing more, these ideas I hope you explore… If unhealthy pleasure is what you aim to tackle, expect to end up in a bug zapper’s crackle. If pain is your muse, expect to lose. If your chosen feat is complete defeat, assume that monstrous game an easy beast to tame. But; if prosperity is your wish, know that that is a slippery dish. For in order to obtain and tame that beast, to avoid the agonies of defeat, diligence, ambition, and drive. These are the ideals one must strive. The only limitations are those we place on ourself, for how else should we judge another bugs wealth? If it means anything; I once was a rug bug, just like you. But now I live up there in a position favored by few. I live under a fallen bug’s mug, and oh so many other bugs wish they were me. But what they don’t see, is that I’m the same old me when they use to walk bye, all slick with a smiling lie. Each ignoring me, finding glee as they would poke and poke with joke after joke. With this lesson you are taught that your worth isn’t what you have, what you had, or what u got, it’s all about what you can, will, and wish to do. For untapped potential is how you escape a trap of glue.” The mug bug agreed, recognizing the strangers words as true. What happened after that, you ask? The mug bug lived, fulfilling countless task. Doing things he never thought he would, doing things he didn’t have faith he could.