Who is the girl for me?

What will she be like?

Something unimaginable I suppose

For I have no idea what to see

 

I picture a bride,

Who deep down inside

Wants to cut me to pieces!

Adrenaline rushes,

I must defend.

In the end,

We tame each other of those wild habits.

 

Yes she shall be wild, but calm

Steady; unalarmed,

Thinking always, like me.

She will be outspoken and funny

And never a dumby

 

In my place, she shall put me,

But don’t think for a minute

I will not fight back.

It shall be fun.

We’ll dance a dance of clever dispute

Before we fall back into each other.

 

I hope that she loves God more

Than she loves me

Cause that is the direction I’m going

If she flows like myself

And grows like myself

There’s no telling what blessing shall fall on our home.

 

There is more that I want

But that’s just absurd

No one is perfect

Not even one

So I fall to the Lord,

And this is my plea,

“Please send me my someone

Who is perfect for me.”

You, who know me best

The jokes we share together.

We are separate on occasion,

But you know me best

 

Why is it we connect?

Are we twins of different births

and mothers?

Could such a thing happen?

Let alone exist?

 

We exist,

That is enough for suggestion.

Calming effects occur when you’re present

I can let go of myself, like a vodka and sprite

 

Spirits rise, with a gift from the spirits

So ours does with the gift God gave us

And again we plummet into maddening talk

Of how the future will be ours when it’s time

 

We are undefined, you and I

Yet we know what we mean:

Sublime Catastrophe!

That’s what we are.

 

Devastating Bliss!

That’s what we provoke.

Paper covered floatation device!

We can be just as ridiculous.

 

Maggot covered corpse!

We disgust each other just as much.

 

But in the end,

It’s been decided.

I’ve got your back,

And you’ve got mine.

 

All of you,

you know who you are,

Are very special to me. 

Sitting here, on a severed tree,

The essence of madness awakes in me.

I see the door to oblivion,

And I grab the knob and turn the key.

 

Beyond the gate, I followed through,

I saw the faces of those I knew,

But they are not from the world I came,

They only exist in my brain.

 

They sat with me and talked awhile.

But all we did was vibe and smile.

Their minds were slack, as if they were rolling.

And as I listened I felt I was folding.

 

I talked with two in particular.

They were more fun and friendlier.

We shouted loud for those to hear it.

And ran down the hills with my animal spirit.

 

I was mad indeed;

Truly insane.

Popping pills,

Feeling no pain.

Some of them colored,

Some of them plain.

How many more

Will it take to get sane?

 

Have you ever wondered how far you could go

That even spirit foxes would choose not to follow?

Three tails and antlers, large in size;

Rode on his back till he left my side.

 

We ran through my mind for hours listening

To the bass thumping loudly from oblivion.

But somewhere I lost contact with the fox that I rode,

And I ended up digging in soil below.

 

Amusing musings of captured dissidence

Between those before and those soon after.

Like falling stars, the images faded

As if falling closer to where we are.

 

And as I dug, to keep exploring

I could not help my mind imploring

A question that seemed funnier when on Druggy high and lows

To paraphrase a line of intrigue,

Do you want to see how far the Fox-hole goes?