Callie was a dishwasher who wrote
beautiful songs , she was sowed in
good earth but never watered , a bad tooth , a hard smile
and a ****** up father , a grinding job ,
unable to truly foster , a miraculous musical
mind but everyone wants the next Lady Gaga ,
big breast , 'the perfect ***' , hollow music
with the same beat , someone acting 'street',
someone with Hollywood teeth that'll drop
their pants in a second for all to see , someone that
wants to save the whales above everything else taking
pre-planned questions on Good Morning America ,
a hired hand for the Corporate Gestapo , a Barbie doll
with a low IQ , a jaded view , a politically correct jewel
devoid of true , independent view
There's a Callie waiting to touch our soul if we could -
close our eyes and let the music assume control* ...

Across a looking glass pond -
facing zephyr music revelry
Atop paint-by-number artworks , leaves
in brotherhood with perfect rainbows ,
shine on midday tall 'Lantern of God' ,
ruminations of a change in season , of
eventide convocations with the North Star
and frosted narrows , October operas of
wind carillon and songbird , golden bottom
land misty coming of nightfall , the sconce
of The Little Dipper and Orion , of woodland
diapason , timely Whipporwill and Thrush* ...

You will not see my broken tears,
Nor hear my woven cries
I will take this day and make amends.
I will call the day a new journey
And start by dawn to chase my dreams.
I will not stop when storm comes calling
I will still walk when rain starts falling
I know I have a future
Brighter and glistening,
Better by far,
I know I need to drive on
Soon and close
I will get there.

There is no moment that is a mistake in time's hand
There is no day that should be wasted in life's path
But peradventure you feel you were wasted
Just stand up,
Walk, run
Move still
Rise and chase your dreams,
Chase it beyond those doubts and guilts
Chase it through the darkest night
And if you ever visits miseries den,
Don't give it a pleasure to remind you of your past
Or your pains,
Your days of endless tears
Instead, shun it..... Eat it, swallow it
And plunge on
Plunge on into your dreams and achieve them
There's only one hindrance to Greatness,
And that's fear
Fear is a lover to misery

By Arcassin Burnham


Sitting in the pew thinking how I made it this far,
The warlocks could be anywhere in any chair for a start,
You gotta protect and guard these demons away your heart,
They'll rip you all to shreds and watch your body coming apart,
So please , talk to a good pastor about your troubles,
I see the good in you like a good Samaritan's double,
Thinking you have the ***** enough to play god,
You never know , some of these pastors in the US might just be brujas,
That's Spanish for witch,
I fear for the little kids,
That are at a mature age to where they know their God-given purpose,
We know that karma's a *****,
And you'll get yours if you do this,
You have nothing to fear or have to give to the anonymous,
Well, get right with him on judgment day taking you astray to the
Sunrays in all of its glory , you use to lack alot in faith,
For the perfect girl that you kiss all day , with Daddy issues and purse
Full of Mase , on the south side where they put guns in your face,
Let the peace be still and your faith don't break.

Does life teem beneath the ice ?
A hardened facade meant to protect
and hide , to reflect a star gone wild ,
a leviathan bridge to the other side-
as the tadpoles beneath continue to forage for
their lives in relative peaceful devise
Tis a moral dilemma to puncture such a shell
Ironically toying with a newfound civilization ,
inflicting damage , a population in fear of total
destruction just as we've gradually , thoughtlessly                                
pillaged our own , a once plenteous reserve becoming empty
Like Bluejays overtaking the nest of a weaker entity

Sometimes
She felt his skull could crack under the passion in her fingertips 
And wouldn't that be beautiful
To end here, in the immediacy of desire
And wouldn't that be kinder?
Than the drawing out of this pain of inevitability 
The guttural ache
Before the final crack
The splintering, not of bone
But of two hearts 
Prised apart by the fingernails of realisation 
That their shattered fragments can never make each other whole.

You used to ease my pain,
in you I placed my trust
but trust's a broken bicycle
and now the bicycle rusts,
I'd go miles to
make you smile insane,
but now you won't do the same

We lost our spark,
sweet notes and goodnight
before the night
grew teeth in the dark,
I'll hold your hand forever,
Let go never.

The day has claws,
you know the wars I wage
and you leave me
at the monster's jaw,
ready to be taken away,
I love peace but
you're on my last nerve,
I'm tempted to
cut the ties that bind me to you.

We lost our spark,
no more sweet notes
and goodnight,
I'm a prisoner of the dark,
You'll hold my hand never,
Let go forever.

Today warblers race with yellow butterflies
Shiny Pin Oak leaves reflect skyward , puffy -
clouds shaped like a dragon , an Indian Chief ,
a diving dolphin , songbirds in melodious -
conversation , Fall puffs of air bring the smell -
of barbecue and burning leaves , Apple Cider -
memories and nut laden Pecan Trees
Where clothes are still hung out to dry , where old -
movies still make the ladies cry , where men are -
'occupied with their occupation' , where farmers are -
in tune with their beloved nation* ..