“I'm not so fond of blonds,And the blurry view while swimming with eyes open.Man has carpeted the outdoors with crew cut lawns,While there are never enough cats in the sun with hand sized yawns,I am king,Of a pond of perceptionJust large enough to see my reflection.I know I have no robes.I decree that someday I will be swallowed whole,And in time I'll become the sea,And eventually the stars.In the mean time...For those who have no taste for my disgraces,I don’t have a kiss for those who condemn,All my kisses have the taste of "me" on my lips...It's a shame for you and them.I still carry the flame.When I open my eyes,My favorite color shall be gray.Gorge on your illusions as you would chocolate,Fatten your self up, for the only thing thats pure white is a lie.I can't bare to lavish life with ten foot long tongs.Truth is a masochists pleasure,It's spilled ink or a long sigh.We crack our eyes at sun breakAnd it dawns on us to shake the chills.Hand it to those who fall, or crawl from their beds for their own sake.And for those who make a new notch on their belts for each day,And tighten it again, so it won't bleed dry,I whisper to you: "To live is to bleed, Loosen up!."We can become anything,Vegetarians if you please,And if you lust for brown chunks of ground beef...If that brings back the comforts of your childhood.I'll make you meatless meat balls.Just let our friendship be more,I can perpetuate my own lies.Does anyone fake an orgasm for themselves? I think I shall.It makes some nickels and dimes that I lie to myself,Just to feel warm, swimming in a still lake,Fantasizing while I flail in stormy sea.For those who are depressed, I understand.But remember. Life is not caned.We always have a choice:A buffet of delicious distractions and highs,Or the truth that you choose to live, die, laugh or cry.The truth that it has always been up to you.Smoke your lives down to the bone if you wish,And tell your growing cancers bedtime stories,Of how it was.But don't tell yourself that’s how it had to be,Unless you are a lover with that lie. I understand that choice. I'd rather pry my eyes open every hour,A salty stinging blurry sight, so beautiful,Coddle the ocean cold with guilty grins,While waves crash like towers,I am fearless because I have decreed.I will inevitably be eaten,By a fish of many shades of gray.So I might serve beyond my words,And those I've touched holding hands in the swells.I know it is huge. And that I will feed it well.I will hold my eyes open until then.When my lie comes.”