In this world you've tried
kept M'onsters you still hide
Memories stuffed in closets tight
out still oozes M'onsters' slime
turning the night to wasted rind
and running circles in looped time

'We're all so very tired', they say
but with lights on they lay
'cuz in the dark is when you memories play
and nightlights 'on't work to keep'em at bay
so with bright lights they lay
hoping your M'onsters stay away

M'onsters 'll stay as long as they choose
but I've got a lock to keep the door closed
a touch in a latch and a demeanor so soothed
that no M'onster can squeam its' way through
So dim the lights and let my shining love prove
and consider those M'onsters properly shoo'ed

The clouds move over the sun
as the stage is set, lights dim
Movements of dancers getting set
nervously watching as the clouds darken

Lightning flashes in the distance
as the dancers beat there chest
the rolling thunder reckoning its approval
as the lead pumps her fists

The first drop falls with pounding grace
as the dancers jump up with thunderous sound
The soaking drops rain its applause
as their collective feet touch the ground

The wind licks at the cloth draped around them
as they spin and flip as a choreographed group
And the wind yells in violent glee
as their movements express their vigilant youth

The dancers finish with their perfect end
as the elements smile on the energetic routine
And as the lights raise and the clouds move away
The dancers turn and bow to the future of We.

When tonight I dream of you,
I hope that everything comes true.
And when we wake, the day is new.
    Baby, I will still love you.
So go to sleep and dream of me,
then tell me all the things you see,
and in turn I'll take each word, and hold it close,
     for I am yours.

I hold on to every word, and sing them in my head.
For these thoughts and dreams are like a bird,
singing the nothings said.
It tweets and tweets and tweets along,
words that feel so true.
And I sing, I sing, I sing along,
to the words of 'I love you'.

My heart in turn it sings along.
Though it cannot ever hear your song.
It seems to me to fated be,
that we would have even gone and met,
yet here we are we've come so far.
And it aint over yet*

And as the birds sing and our hearts scream,
These words I'll whisper to thee.
I love you, you know it's true, and this was meant to be.
Now rest your head upon this bed
and close your eyes to the tune,
for the bird will sing in the morning sun to the day's beautiful tune.

Forgiving the initial insane
with news abstained
ingrained
in-brain
retained
by the unrestrained
emotions, untamed
untrained
explained
by lab coats
clipboards
needles and pain
hurt, in vein
struggled in vain
to obtain
the truth refrained
by lips restrained
from medical terms
and privacy red tape
and while our hearts yearn
the anticipation escapes
from voices shaken and strained
by family, friends, staff, and passer-by;s
as a single word has stirred
emotions, devotions
a word better left unheard

Cancer

Day One:

Let the kids out to play today
They made it off the porch
Stared at the sky
The warden was mad

Day Two:

Apparently, popsicle sticks are gay
'cuz they 'flame' when lit with a torch
The sun says hi
The courtyard fence makes me sad

Day Three:

Pistols are not toys and they do not play
Dead skin is cool to the touch
Behind walls the moon hides
The guard spit on me and I was glad

Closing my eyes, with head on a pillow
Dreaming about you, as much as I'm able
Wishing this time would speed up when I'm awake
so I can spend as much time in my dreams as I can take.

Story time children
gather 'round
for the tale of the man
consumed by sound

It all started with the turn
of a stereo ****
and a CD of a step left dubbed
that allowed the bass to explode
in the place
in the face
of a man innocent to the sub

When he awoke, slightly dazed
bass in his ears
eyes slightly glazed
he listened closely, intently
and was amazed

at the length of the drop
and the strength of the bass
tried to cover ears to make it stop
but found broken wrists rapping
tapping
to the beat, bass, and pounding space

heart attack, heart attacked
by bass and beat and beat and beating
of feet as they started to move
fleeing, fleeting, as they started to groove

Shocked by the abuse his brain was taking
he didn't think of stopping the movements
his body started making
hips popping, arms locking,
twisting, contorting, spastic
as his body was dropping

And as the bass rocked, so did his mind
each length had resistance dropping
each bump of bass had adrenaline pumping
jumping
coursing, pushing the drug through veins, so right
making him feel so, so light
despite

the heaviness his chest felt
keys on keyboards run, leaving him winded
lungs on fire, ready to implode
and when he couldn't take any more
the music silenced, rescinded

Lying broken on the floor
he begged and begged for
the speakers to speak no more
but as his shaken voice left his mouth
his fingers did reach
and with an addictive touch
and he knew what the rest of the night held in store