People surround the rain washed evidence
whilst cars pull to the side
People attired with obvious decadence
The culprits smiling with pride
Trash littered the up kept lawn
Liquid seeping out of forgotten containers
Companion’s up until the break of dawn
Neighbors labeled the complainer
The yelling of over protective loved ones
A lesson needs to be learned
to stifle a yell, Air fills your lungs
Until the next day when your returned
Remember what you have done
until next time a decision is made
Otherwise they have won
No more of the games you have played

MILD is the parting year, and sweet
   The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
   And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
   But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
   The tear that would have soothed it all.

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety -

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light -
good morning, good morning, good morning,

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

I am not beautiful
I am just a symbol of destruction
So I beg of you,
Just put me out of my misery
and throw away the memory.
Tear me down
like you tore down my hope
throw me out in the ocean
and cut the rope.
Now say goodbye.