good morning, heathyr
i wish you a fun day with
ice cream and flowers

oh young man I know
you aren't talking to me this time
i wish you well now

I must wonder now.
Will you answer my question?
What does SF mean?

civilization
is an act. Love and survive,
live and die. Is all.

this is my true self
the world hating misanthrope
was merely an act

why must you mock me?
your words draw spiritual blood
those wounds never heal

Have the romantics
all disappeared, or are we
merely in hiding?

nakedness..I want
to lay and kiss and touch..u
freely.. feeling love

windy blue freshed you
that is from her heart, a miss
hugged from kiss..yes miss

his once left a kiss...
I will forever wonder
what he looked like

the poetry gone
another one bites the dust
inspiration...done

overdosing is...
pounds of Halloween candy
is it addiction????

moving orator
you filled their hearts up with hope
break the truth gently

everyone is gone
they have left me all alone
just to sit and wait

Snap, gargle
Chocked on my elbow, man
This really hurts

I'm just wondering
if sf is short for
stephen frey

the guy who wrote
that drug memior thing

sarah palin
was just a bad dream
wake up now

you're no gentleman
my romantic platitudes
shall conquer her heart

Date with underwear
Just for my delectation
She will put them on

SF the Bully
Cyber coward that you are
Janis will see you!

lush the enlightened
pompous, pynchon wannabe
a bory, mcbore

nor write a novel,
nor synthesize elements,
nor isolate genes.

you procreated.
didn't compose symphonies;
or decipher codes

traveling again
jet aircraft carry my ass
across continents

comes the tea wallah
fresh lemon and brown sugar
his smile infects

don't play hard to get
i marinate in darkness
pull me towards the light

they merge mostly but
communication through~Id
the repressed merges

You? A romantic?
Reverse roles. I'm the cynic:
There are none left now.

in a filthy age
the loftiest expressions
will shine through the muck

hopeless romantics
the world is too cruel for us
but my love still burns

through the sunroof..yes
where many dreams have been shared
under the stars with friends

perception is what?
the reality behind
what it is you see

my tongue I have bathed
a fountain with desires
water's kiss stays fresh

he asks with full eyes..
"do i believe in soulmates?"
history babe...NO

ah vinny, don't get
me too excited about
the old winter thing...

not ready!

on a screen we are
one fragment of a larger whole
good, bad, and different

waiting, i breathe out
to write on the windowpane
your name in the frost

shrugs...toungue in cheek me
thinks, the troma version
of haiku tox waits

i share your secret
for i see what you do here
you laugh as you write

I couldn't be with
you. Lacking humility,
you insult others.

rabble my tockas...
take thy high opinion and
express it, be yourself

but let me be myself
cause I'm gonna be
anyhow...wink wink

this site is a place
for high culture not rabble
know your place, swineherds

orange busted on blue
but only enough to bruise
what a pretty hit

SAVE THAT CARDBOARD BOX
IT MAKES FOR AN AWESOME SLIDE
DOWN CARPETED STAIRS

I followed along
I heard: turn back but, too late
sucked in by the black

You swallow me, as
I tell you that I am here
I always will be.

words of an angel
the expansion of my soul
celestial bliss

Surround me with light.
Dreaming more than I could take,
I watched and went blind.

With flooded senses,
the universe on my tongue,
I forget to speak.

What is a loser?
Player of video games!
Preffered to real life