Poem - For Crisstiena - Thoughts to your request

I want a poem that can take me to bed, soft and slow or hard and rough with a gun to my head.
Then I'll take your hand

and lead the way through my land

of nature. Imagine ploughed fields in late sunshine,

tall trees around rimpling creeks,

the murmur of split level streams.

A nightingale is touching the moon

in classical notes.

Wrapped in silk, we spin

our paradise.

If only,

I could lay down my thoughts,

my tears, to rest this night.

Why haunt me, in weak moments

of despair. My heart, wrapped

in iron, reflects the unsend love,

till dawns dew,

made it rusty and hard to open.

I want a poem that can break down every single thing I expect and rip a window in the world for me to crawl through on my bare hands and knees.

I'm sorry if I don't use fancy words,

that will make you purr and spin. I just

don't know what they mean.

Nature leads my way

in simple steps from birth to death,

from orange to black and everything

that's in between. Neatly arranged,

so we know what's up.

Like kids, we like to explore our boundries,

but each time, we stretch the elastic

to the breaking point and then we cry.

I wonder why,

we keep doing that.

I want a poem that kills the critic and silences the masses or cause a war where the only weapons are words.

It's not so hard to silence the masses

and kill the critics.

It's been done a lot of times in het past and the now.

Harder it seems to cause a war,

where only words are used as weapons.

We've never passed that exam

and never will, I am afraid.

We're not intelligent enough.

I want a poem that cuts off my toes and feeds them to my dog, or after falling ill from a strangely placed snakebite.

Where would you go with cut off toes

and a dog with indigestion,

but to stay at home, reflecting life,

or crawl on knees through natures land

and plant your feet in soil.

She might let them grow again.

Maybe even the Mamoth and the Dinasaur

told faerie tales with happily ever after endings

too. Who knows.

So write me the best poem of your life.

Don't know if this is the best poem of my life.

I should have really asked the snake.