does She capture fireflies
with Her smile
or is it the way She talks about God?
Her fields grow high untouched
with wildflowers and sunlight
She is a goddess at best
everything pure
treat Her kindly for
She is the giver of life

I buy petty impedimenta
for maximum price

whoever carries it
goes thin and floppy like rubber

so they bend and I bend
but will never

*break

1.
Everyone wants more of them  
So, their cells (and soul) begin to multiply
Once the death sets in
They are free
These are the ones that never survive
And suddenly everything they have ever created
Means more

2.
If I could write like I am dying
I could write like I am free
But this is a lie
And nothing will suddenly
Mean more

Oh the purest cleanest coldest
Water you could ever drink
Holy and infinite
Melting from Himalaya glaciers
Bathe in it
drown in it
Scrub your body clean
Scrub hard until all that is left
Is smile and shine
Scrub smile shine

The trees will take away your demons
The birds they will sing of you
And everything you accomplished
Have no worries because you all will be successful

From the worms fertilizing moist dark soil
To the tree that grows tall and sturdy from a small seedling within
To the birds that make their nest in the tree and from love hatches an egg

You are all meant to be

And that's when little
Alice in wonderland

Realized
That life's just a cruel joke
One cooked up by
60s social experiments

The mind transcendence
Does no good
When you're stuck in a bone cage
Laughing madly in the walls
Because you realized
They never loved you
At last

Everyone sees
through transparency feelings
Except Alice

Set those walls on fire
Flame to Ashes

Oh melancholy sunset sky
Catch the raindrops as I cry
Give me your colors
All of them
Your pinks and crimsons
I'll fill you full of
Smoke and rancid
And you will turn it into
Something worth wild

****** vain eye
like a crimson sunset sky
and I'm so ordinary
just like all of you
madmen and doctors
both put comfort
in that their pain is
unique
no one could understand
this stereotypical
cold cold winter
hypothermia raindrops
all is empty howling wind
only crestfallen souls
shells of bodies
roam