Wish remain wishes.
stars are just the past.
Dreams are just for make believe.
Some good things never last

For these bonded ties,
our lifelines of love.
Keeping us 'float
'bove the troubled waters.
Our bridge we crossed
together for each other.
In separating truly
the oceans are skies.
No long am I floating among the stars
but falling and drowning in this sloshing heir.
It seems my kingdom come
has fallen in the future.
A future different
than we live now

My course once steady
as I tagged along with you
now goes with the flow
unknown to me.
The pattern of these stars
foreign to me.
My eyes deceived,
blinded to sea.
Sealed my fate to be,

Unable to follow
where you may go.
Lest you deny me so.
No waves to tell me
where
your waters flow.
This stagnant water
reeking of the innocent blood.
Never leaving.
The wind beneath my bloodied sail, has left me 'neath it's silent veil.
No longer does it sing your lullaby to me. All that's left is the ghostly lull.
A bye.

Talking to you gets my worries away
You make it
So easy (to put)
My head
On the hay

With cotton ball wishes
Our poems we play
Each other a birdsong
To dreamland, away!

And beneath all the lies, is where I lie for laying down my truths beneath the gold of lies like a swarm of flies covering the bodies of the truth. Turning away all who would reach the glorious truth of me. Lies that grow to hide from what you see is a better side to me, the best that I can be, I have not two sides but three. One part shared 'tween you and me. This I tell you honestly.

And yet to be free like a diamond from the dirt wiped cleaned of all my hurts around my heart. My heart may be stone but I tell you I'm a beauty. Don't throw me away, polish me, and then you'll see. The crude form before you it craves to be seen. Unruly, barbaric, yet hidden, my gleam. Take me now gently, wash me down by the the stream,
Cut down the grime and look to my dream,
Cut through to my heart, all is not what it's seems.
A diamond I am yet I yearn to be fire, emblazoned by your light, you gave me my desire

Oh cruelest teacher
My starlight maiden
My mortal heart trembles in your presences and longs for you with omniscient prose
Be it passion or lust my desires lay here. Love?
Aye, love it be.
For how now my muse sits by my side. Songs of glory and rain. Her melody cools down my heart,
through harmony, my pain

Stay me awhile more
Stay me here I pray
That you may ease  
disturb-ed heart
my whispered requiem

Meal is still lame like an injured camel. For lame are  the camels name Amel and Elma and Emal and Lema.
For all these are blind to their danger, their gamble
But truly I tell but one camel is lame
Now I beg ye fair maiden please tell me it's name?

For phone foes of pho are the best. Their blood is the drink of the birds in the nest.
The blood hungry villains dig deep in the ground
Digging much faster than any ole hound
These birds on the wing are quite strong so it seems
Their thirst for the living is shown in their gleam
The dead are forgotten
Dirt covers their bed
Their bodies are rotten
So why are they REaD.