happy

Jouer

I used to want to come here
But I don’t anymore

Take a bite out of this fig
Find it healing just make time
For love and happiness

Orders coming in
Twisting buns atop your head
Falling asleep way before bed
Forgetting work make time to play

Packages call things to do
Knocking at your existence
Fight to take time
For yourself

Work can wait
Enjoyment cannot
You did a lot
You did a lot

Pet the cat
Walk the dog
Sing a song
Coasting a long

Time for fun
Time for love
Work is done
Work will get done

Allô

I dreamed we were going to
A concert together last night
We picked out the perfect jackets
I remembered we were magical together
Joy was effortlessly present

Fulminate my melting heart
In a mirror sparkling deep down
Holding up a garden under the
Ferns of perfect green
Leitmotif of dancing
Perfectly I tremble

Reminiscing about my birth
In her womb perhaps a bird landed
Somewhere in the vicinity
I heard it! Someone knocking outside
Running in the fetus snow
Younger, smaller still
Growing I can feel

Myself getting bigger

It would be easier to forget
What I can’t remember
But I already found a way:
Auto hold on

Brilliant stars
Maybe morning

Lavender sensory
Through the tunneling chamber
I caught the light in my eye
Barely open
Big music little song

Record me crying

Take me to the bank
And wash me clean
I can hear

I have hearing!
Death is understanding

Yesterday I was alive

Divine intervention
If you were able to see your
Future self would you
Be pleased of what you saw
Or would you try to pull back
From where you are now to
Better your outcome
Fear of admitting fault
Is commonplace these days
People in general seem miserable
Is there a place where
Anyone is happy on earth
People are happy to hear
From you but unlikely to
Reach out on their own
My imagination is
Running too wild
With the possibility
I saw a girl with long hair
Walking, looking down
At her phone and smiling
She’s happy in her
Own little world
But this is not some place
You can buy a ticket to

Happy Laundry

The laundry makes her happy
Just sitting waiting to be done
Next to her love and the boy
Folding one by one
Who is now the man observing
This simpler world of life
Drums are spinning
Clothes are churning
In the background
Of his mind unforgettable
Hard echos of his mother
Saying reprehensible things
About rape and drugs
Why can’t life be happy
Instead of dark and grimy
Like sharing dirty laundry
Wanting life to be more simple
Is like folding happy laundry

Science and love
The wayside above
Requisite hardware
Is missing I swear
Underneath my back
Rescinded ruptures
Earthquake in my core
Full disclosure
These might be the
Erotic overtures
The devil warned me about
Would you tattle on me
If I told the world
That I loved you?
Embezzle my heart
Runaway from the start
Uncompelled to get up
Even by my own right
Needful sprawling around
I find my body is
Spread out all over the ground
Grassy floor mouth open
I watch the stars trickle out
Dancing up around your eyes
Orange moon changed tune
Sprite bones and a spark
Fold our fingers in between
Glossy melancholy dreams
You make me happy

Happy Cracks

We have a broken cord
A mystic multi thread
Many parts empty
But with certainty some links
Are chained and bonded
Interwoven broken
Hit or miss cracks
Fullness and emptiness
Sometimes we gather the spark
Often it feels too dark
The pit of my stomach
Unsure that it wants to feel
Unreel the ugly parts
Uncovering the pretty parts
The glistening smile
Behind the damp unpredictable
Scars
A friendly time
From time to time
Filling the blanks
With happy space
And remedies
For broken dreams

Happy Birthday

There are many kinds of miracles
That happen every day
Big and small
Above it all
The miracle of friendship
Finding someone
Who listens
Someone who reaches out
To understand your heart
Will set them apart
As rare and exquisite
That’s you
That’s who you are to me
So Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to you
From me
And everyone
Who loves you
My friend

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