Here lately the Sandman mocks me
with his calls to sleep that are nothing more than brutal sarcasm
To report to my bed at night
is the highest level of futility
Even the sheep are laughing
I’m here all week

Soft pink rose petals
touched his lips that day
and burned through his body
like the sun through the wings
of Icarus
For he had reached for ecstasy
and cared not for consequence
It was a good day to die

That fleeting moment
of divine inspiration
floats like a leaf
on a warm Autumn day
Gather it quickly
and pull it close to your heart
before a cold wind
comes and blows it away

Men are ugly
Women are not
Men are such hounds
because women are hot
Their desires are simple
Not very complex
Risking life and limb
For the chance of ***

We can outrun the wolf
on a good day
We can’t cry enough
on a bad day
And sometimes we fight
to get through the night
frightened of all
we could not say

Anxiety is a passing cloud
in a crowded sky
It does not live in painful truth
nor in a dreadful lie
It isn't yours
It isn't you
So, let it howl and bark
Just, gently sit beside it
and hold it in the dark

The silence of the woods
quieted the noise in his soul
As he walked the sacred trail
he felt the spirit of the wind
rustle through him
as if he were high in the trees
He bathed in the cool water
at the base of the silver falls
and prayed that his body
be cleansed of his ***** life
and that he be given the strength
to cope with the stress of adversity
For to conquer that
is to conquer the temptation
to soil oneself with sin