daddy i love you

i walk into the room and she looks up,
her eyes still loving,
her hair a tired mess,
she is an elegant slave,
they have already play-dough-loved her,
or sand-pit hugged her,
her mud-smudged white blouse doesn’t bother her…
as she picks the debried toys of the floor,
her look is one of relief,
a look that sounds like a sigh,
a look the hugs me and holds me,
and loves me….

the bi-wrecking crew runs into the room,
their eyes delighted and bright
wagging their little buttocks
unclothed, unwashed, still running,
she smiles again…
watching our creation,
the love still there,

….running in my head…

my flights of fancy

cloud my reality,

my anger, my fears, my paranoia,

pave my streets,

nobody knows it,

nobody sees it,

i am shouting words and deeds,

painting a dream,

So I smile because I have worded out a page

strung along your eyes,

they follow my words and piss your mind off,

“why am i even reading this”

I braided or maybe weaved my emotions

into mask for my head..

my personal halo is

spoken into existence by my thoughts

i am not ashamed that i can speak,

And feel,

And believe

that life is about love…

And I have plenty..

Disjointed, disfunctional or even hard to pinpoint,

so i just do..

and like I said though it might have not worked this time…

So I smile because I have worded out a page

strung along your eyes,

they've follow my words and pissed your mind off,

And you asking

“why am i even reading this”