They say I'm crazy,
but if that's the case,
then what does that make them?
Becuase it sure as hell isn't sane.

(d.d.b)

I want to sing her lullabies
I seeketh to hear her tone
Though tonight she wants none of me
So mi amour' ill leave alone );;;

he's just a temporary home, a hotel room at most, not a permanent stay.
he's not really the kind of guy i'd want to marry someday.

I saw her beauty by the pool
As wind caressed her cheek

The frawns of a willow tree
Shrouded her mystery

She listened quite intently
To the weeping of the tree

It was almost like it spoke to her
Through softly rustling leaves

Such beauty lay beside the pool
With evening in her hair

I wish i'd known how sad she was
to pass with the autumn air

Now she only lives in dreams
*And will always be there

I've seen a better part
Of overwhelming emotion
It's strange
An ebb and flow
Of apathy and actually
Living
Feeling an emotion
Feeling a feeling
Feel
When your body
Is alive
And your mind is trying
To let it slide
Behind
I am fine
I am
Life is beautiful

Tenuous at best
This equilibrium I find myself clinging to.
Dangling from the earth by my cranium.
Watching as others, like birds must see fish,
flail about the universe,
feet bound to the firmament above us.

For us
it resembles suffocating
or haphazard design.
Unable to fathom the sensation of the skull
flopping about deleteriously.
As though hanging their brains as bait and net
to whatever hazards might glide below.

Yet, these impressions
would be invisible to the thinking mind, forgotten.
And ours pondered over as a peculiar mystery
born of some untamed imagination.