Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

My brain is now numb,
But sometimes it's not,
I've got to train hard,
Not to be such a snot.
My rhymes may suffer,
When flowers are sweet,
Lost in the fusion where,
Space and time meet.
Read between my words,
You just might find,
Some seeds of wisdom,
May grow from your mind.

I've lost my way
Therefore I wander
Blind to the loss
Of my vision
Deaf to the dark silence
Where my screams are muted
I've become numb
To the warm touch
Of a lover's kiss

When comes the time,
For me to go,
My destination,
I don't know.

I suspect,
The way I cope,
My heart speaks,
Therefore I hope.

There is a promise,
I've been told,
To which I cling,
Tighter than gold.

The end will descend,
As a snow-white dove,
With the gift of peace,
And the gift of love.

Deep in the night,
You come to me,
Stay for a while,
Then want to go.

The reason I cry,
I don't want to fall,
I want to get high,
But you're not playing ball.

Who's the other mister?
Lady don't you lie,
I'm not a jester,
Who's the other guy?

It matters if we are what we are,
Tell me we're both still in love,
Anything less won't get us far,
It's honesty we're both worthy of.

My cat rests on my pillow,
But I feel I must lay down,
I sure hate to disturb him for,
His untroubled sleep is sound.

I try to move him, he resists,
His look says I'm dead wrong,
Finally, he slides an inch,
No more would he withdraw.

So I lay down against my cat,
With effort he gives way,
I stroke his coat of warm soft fur,
His purr says we're okay.

I taste the wind upon my face,
Soar down a smooth curvy road,
As songbirds relate to their mates,
Hair dances upon my nose,
The sun blares through cool fresh air,
Tires explore fresh asphalt,
Acceleration presses me,
Trees trek like hypersonic stars.