___
|......The.......|
|......Lock.....|
|.........is....­....|
|....Broken...|
|.......And.....|
|.......The......|
|.....­Hinge....|
|.....Swings..|
|.......Free.....|
...................­.................................................................­.................................................................­.................RUN!

The pressure, the strain
from too many days in the flame
pulled in opposite directions,
where no path's sane

Support the one, lose the other
Support the other, lose them both over
lenient in nature is the neither
picking one makes the other colder

One needs a back to break
the other needs a shoulder to take
each one supports the other path's choice
but neither'll forget when forsake'd

Where does curiosity cross the line?
When did searching become sublime?
Your shifty movements all the time
cause me to search for what you hide
Is this paranoia, or am I fine,
'cuz these chills I have run though my spine
only happen when you are online

Hiding your screen so I can't see
keeping you cellphone away from me
deleted messages after I plea
new accounts without knowledge by me
What is this, who is he?
I know he's a friend, but can he be
who you think about other than me?

Is he over whenever I'm gone
Tell me I'm crazy, tell me I'm wrong
prove it to me, 'cuz I'm not that strong
the composure I hold is only a song
but it won't hide my anger and sadness for long
Why so secretive, tell me whats wrong
I need to know before my paranoia is drawn

I love you so much to do what I do
but how can I trust with these things that you skew
Searching your phone and your social accounts to
silently straining when the phone rings too
hoping to prove my fears are not true
Left to decipher if I'm crazy or if it's you
While praying my paranoid mind doesn't shine through

I remember the time
that our love was strong
and we thought of the future
never pausing, never wrong
about the feelings we had
singing our love song

But distance separated
and the past became the foreword
and we met new people
and our lives continued onward
finding ourselves new loves
so we could move forward

We are happy where we are
but sometimes I think
of what could have been
should have been, us on the brink
spending the rest of our lives
together, two hearts in sync

And when I am with the one
who I am going to be with forever
for the rest of eternity, I am strong
but when I was alone I would still favor
the thoughts of us, longing to be
oblivious, just longing to endeavor

It was hard for me to live
with a heart that is torn apart
between the love of your life
and the love of your heart
wishing we could go back
and give our life a restart

I realize that we can never be
but I am not upset, fate has align
I am faithful to the core, tried and true
And this pain her touch can make resign
And while your face is in my dreams
when I wake I kiss the face of my Caroline

Screams of the deranged
Into the night, full of fury
Black tipped roses arranged
Into a vase, ribbon laced
Medicated mind, controlled
Within the one to be used
Experimental abuse, skin cold
Sand slips down the time-keep

"Do it." whispers the black-tipped petals of roses

Whispering thoughts of the ******
Is this love?     Yes
Ropes tied tighter with a lustful hand
Bruises reaching inner soul
Soul of a single rose is dropped
As a loving plea is softly spoken
Fading voice immediately popped
Pleasure for the drugged mind

"Do it!" chuckles the blackening petals of roses

Slowing sands in the time-keep, felled
Sobering mind on drugged love
Unmedicated reality unveiled
Sorrowful hands loosen bands
Crows flurry in flight, startled
As sobs of hurt fight the drugs
worthless     blur is fading, unfurled
Bodies on the floor of pain
Shouts of anger as a soul slipped
Was it lust? Was it drugs?
Medicated hell was dipped
Too far? Too dark?
Breath of life gasps, forced

"Do it!" hisses the reddening petals of roses

Promises are made, real or hoaxed?
Liar
Was it life saved or life spared?
If promise of healing is true
Then life has been saved
But if the fallacy of the addicted
Proves to be too strong to resist
Then the sands will flow uncorrected
And the roses shall again fade to black.

The drive home, agonizing
Car flooded with fearful tears
Doctor just spoke the worst words
Cancer; confirming the worst of fears
Forget about money, distance
pressure, and the rain
My shoulder is soft
lean on it when the pain's
to strong to bear
and I'll bear it for you
when you're too weak to stand
I'll be your strength to support you
When you fall, my arms
are the only place you're head'll lay
when you feel like giving up
my love will show you the way
My fingers'll wipe your tears
and my hands are for you to squeeze

Light
Brightly it burns
Removing the darkness
From unadjusted eyes who fear
Preying on the weak and powerless
Those who find solace in the shadows
Exposing the faults of the expressionless
Shining light on the secrets of the guilt ridden
Sorrowful souls harshly ****** into view
Forcing the pain to be relived, renewed
Displayed for the cruel world to see
Self proclaimed justice paraded
Timid stillness abused
Self-righteous bliss
Ignorant muse
Explain

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.

I guard during the day
I teach
I play
I dole out friendship
I dull pain
I am safety
Providing safe places to lay

I create
I save
I am a model
On how to behave
I am calm
Clean and shaven
Bent, shoe-tieing
Stretching to the heavens
Exercising more than bodies
Ages zero to eleven

I am a teacher
That's my title on my shirt
My students call me Mr.
"But you're daycare!" You blurt
I frown and sigh
An 'insult' meant to hurt
But I know you can't have one without the other
Like having trees without dirt
So is a teacher to daycare provider
That's the title on my shirt

Round, Round
Oval track bound!
Speed is the name
Engine roar the sound
Tire marks on the ground
and on the walls, the same
The thunder will astound;
Overwhelmingly loud
Bumping, Grinding,
Sponsored by fame
and money to be found
Race to first, rub and pound
A trophy to claim
But not before yellow flags
Hot fuel and orange flame
Straight away drags
Heated tempers, fingers pointing
Untamed revenge, who's to blame?
And this was just the practice rounds
Exciting, thrilling, action abound
A day at the races, Love the sound!

They say, The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain
But I blame, in vain, the rain for the insane, you see
This plain pain hasn't the same name, nor the same game
For the rain's pain is the same sane as they claim
And since the pain's shame resides mainly in Spain,
Neither the rain nor Spain is to blame for the insane, so now
This sane can claim the uneven plane's plain's the name to blame

But the strife of life is held under the knife of a wife
Where strife runs rife throughout the wife's life
The knife, learning from the fife, plays with the life
While the fife excites life, the knife excites strife
The wife with the knife is at fault, fact or fake?
Is the knife to blame for the strife of the wife's life?
Or the fife for teaching the knife to play with strife?

This just goes to show that no one knows the real rose
For the rose, in it's thorny clothes, just shows the nose
The smell, a pose, so close, tingles the nose till it glows
But the finger, too close, chose to trust the nose's prose
Blame the rose who proposed the show and showed the pose?
Or the nose, whose clothes glowed from the smell of the rose?
The finger couldn't 'ave known the true pose of prose from the rose to the nose.

Forged by the blood upon the ramming ships bow
Gun smoke rising from fired cannons, port side
Missiles launch, starboard side, skyward bound
Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!

Lights shone from signalmen fore
Bring flashes from rifles by ******, port side
Naval fly-boys on the starboard side, **, coming about
Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!

Cut 'em off and Capture the Savage
So don the iron, Monitor, and defend the 'Sota
For the Midway is close, the codes broken, the ships sinking slow
So, Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!

Today, today
I got the news today
A new father I am
Boy, what a wonderful day
So many things to say
and people to do...
Wait. Scratch that and reverse it.
Oh, yay!
I can't wait!
Paint the room and build a crib
And what will our parents say!?!
What should we say, and to whom?
Should we show them pictures of her womb?
Oh, hey!
Gotta buy bottles and diapers and...and...
those little cans of food...oh yeah
Got to go with the formula first.
Oh, oh and we got to get a new seat
and a car to put it in...
Wait. Scratch and flip that too...
Oh, I dare say
I hope its a boy!
I can take him to baseball games and say
'If you get real good this is where you'll play'
Or football, yes sir!
A real stud. Talk of our little town
When he gets older they'll look back to today
and point at the map to the high school
where I'm sure he'll always play...
Oh, nay!
A girl would be splendid
I'll spoil her till she's rotten
but I'll teach her the polite things to say
She'll be a scholar, a teacher, I'll mold her like clay
She'll be a princess, a leader, and speech'll be her forte
Or President, yes Ma'am
Lead this country to new places, new heights
thats right,
My daughter'll be a born leader
But first,
I'll take care of my wife all day
these nine months'll be long I hear
I'll cook for an army, despite what she'll say
because I know that as soon as she's done she'll say 'Dear...'
And I'll get her second's, or third's and I'll rub her feet
I'll wash my hands of course, and then I'll listen
Place my ear on my child to hear a kick as it plays.
Oh, I can't wait
Today, today
I got the news today
A new father I'll be
What a wonderful day!

Quaint 'heart-shaped' design home that is 'rent-to-own' by owner
Due to recent storms, much needed repairs are required
Attached is a detailed list of the damages, that if you so choose
the owner will lower the price if you decided to move in sooner

The roof was initially damaged as lightning suddenly struck
blindsided by her sudden change of attitude
The windows were then busted in as the winds picked up
bombarding me with questions on false premise
Not soon after, the rains poured in, leaving the carpets a-muck
words that soak into the skin, leaving me miserable
And as the rains came down, so started the hail against the cruck
pounding relentlessly as the mind started cracking
While the walls were being soaked the wallpaper began to free
revealing the internal problems to those who knew
Then, with a final gust, it knocked down the steadfast tree
crashing through the walls, exposing myself to you
And as the calmness set in, it was clear the damage done to me
set a smile upon her face as she traveled away

If you assist the owner in the repair of this 'Heart-house', he may allow you to step in
and provide input on how you think this heart should heal with you in it.
Immediate response is required. Call the number attached for more info if you desire.

Reality isn't what it seems to be
it isn't touch, nor sound
it isn't a taste, nor is it visual
reality is what is perceived
what is believed
what is understood to be true
even when the memory is not
when the heart makes up its mind
and the mind draws up its own conclusion
then that is reality
even when its wrong, unjustly created
what is real? what is not?
why what one person sees isn't the same
as what the next person saw? felt? heard?
is one of them wrong? if so, than how is it proven
or how is it dis-proven? video tapes and voice recorders
can only prove or disprove the event.
not the feeling that was felt, or the mental strain
that was placed. How can something feel so right
to one person, yet complete tear down another?
one thing felt so good, yet it was so bad for you?
there is no spoon, nor is there a hand to hold it
for as your mind bends to the force of your own thoughts
the labyrinth that it creates spins your reality into something
different, irrecoverable, irrevocable, irresponsibly
I stand here, looking terrible in your eyes, and with love
mirroring the effects of the icy stare
I stand here, looking terrible in my own eyes.
this is reality
unfixable? unforgivable? unimaginable?
maybe
but if there is a chance to fight the reality
to bend the spoon
to show you that my reality is not your reality
then...maybe
for this is real, with two different realities

As the singer sings his last tune
And the last dancer vacates the ballroom
The forest's divine string their bow
Preparing the hunt of evil, hate, and woe
In the air are sounds of grinding teeth
And swords are drawn slowly from sheath
Out of the trees extends a shadowed glow
While in their guts, the uneasiness does grow

The parliament speaks with the gnashing of jaws
While the public stands impatient with sharpened claws
For the prophets to sing them another lie
And the puppets to dance it's truth to their eye
While they stand idle for their ears to be fed
The rebelled divine load an arrow of blackmail and lead
With sights set upon the political beasts of Nations
Tonight, the hunters will over-step their station

Excitement, Excitement
Creeping into my head!
To sleep! To sleep!
Must find my bed!
No time! NO TIME!
I must lay my head!
Circled Red! Circled Red!
It's what the calender says!

'Morrow's break, 'Morrow's break
is too far awhile
So to sleep! Get to sleep!
So the Stars pass with'a smile
For that day is the day,
The beginning of our trial!
For our Red Letter Day
is the arrival of our child!

When the darkness of night settles around me
and the silence of the dark grows louder
I find myself thinking,
dreaming,
clinging to the wisps of memories
escaping from behind closed eyes
glistening with an old lover's flame
Oh, how I long for those days
ghosts of lives past, reminding
finding,
hiding themselves in my present life
contently discontent in the twists and turns
to jump at me without a proper notice
your voice, hidden in songs of the past
soft and sweet, gently spoken upon
the ears of the hurting,
soothing,
removing the present stresses of the day
Your face, dancing upon my eyes
eyes of the mentally broken, forcing them closed
Healing the mind, if only temporarily mending,
tending,
rending my best days pale in comparison
to the resounding beauty of your eyes alone
And yet, I write, hoping to find solace
away from the bitter taste of my present place
that your memory reminds me of, yet
your name, common as it may be, keeps reminding
rewinding,
unbinding the cords that contain that sliver
releasing a sudden rush of emotion that is uncontrollable
never knowing what to expect
a tear, a chuckle, a sigh
They torture me from the inside out
and yet I cherish every second of the pain
silently hoping it doesn't fade while praying
that the end comes quickly, if only to save face
To hate the feeling would be to hate everything
severing,
suffering the pains I'm not ready to face
of letting go of all the memories that hold you in
But to love these feelings, would be to hate where I am now
This present life, this reality with her
In comparison to others, there's no comparing,
relating,
relenting her image against the memory of your touch
I can't face these thoughts either
so I sit here, contorted in emotional pains
deciding how long I should listen to you today,
Beautiful angel, fair in face
wonderful by thy name, sing me your grace

On this Ritalin,
I am slow
Brains aren't racing
Thoughts don't go
Oh, I'm so productive
Ask anybody; they'd know
But my creative spark suffocates
Under the Ritalin filled glow.

I can't even tell you
how hard it can be
When every word you say
doesn't go past me
I can hear every syllable
Every motion I do see
Then my brain melts at the pressure
Not spouting off wittily

They say I speak normally
The words come out so true
But to me they sound labored
So slow and confused
I have thought into every motion
of my vocal cords abuse
And feel every vibration
to my tingled lips amuse

Some times I'm real happy
no way my spirit'll shake
Some times I'm real sad
It's more than I can take
Sometimes I don't feel anything
That's a feeling I just can't shake
Sometimes I feel everything
And I'm waiting for my head to break

My doctor never gave me Ritalin
As a kid I never did have
But now I'm all grown up
And this time I've a' bottle in hand
I used to let my mind race
Daydream of robot bands
Now I've let these pills run coarse
N' hourglass runs on Ritalin slowed sands

To my disdain...

Their stare, violent in nature
and here I thought for sure
the papers, the newscasters
     (for vultures they are)
would see, would glee
at the ugly underneath
from all the slander and banter
that I could gather to slather
upon the wound of your economy
to cover the scars of your villainy
with boasts of your generous chivalry
and yet, the eyes of the vultures mutter disparagingly
about warfare, murders, and highway robbery
as leaders of the Moons, and the Five Red Stars
lick their lips in harmony at your display
They're ready to clip your wings 'O War Eagle
to ***** the flame 'O Lady of Copper
You must strive to prove your regal
Or soon will be our day of violent upheaval

Runnin' away the voices in my head
Skipping through the wrinkles on this hard bed
Jumping through hoops of the 'left unsaid'
Tuck, roll, and-and run-n-n-n-n

Far away from the gaze of your unrest
Try-hard tried hard to match your best
Chased out like a King in chess
Shakin' off and runnin'

Run, Run, Run, Run
I meant no disrespect...
Would you run, run?
From feeling the kiss of reject?

(Run on. Run on. Run on. Run on.)

Runnin' away from the theories in my head
Skipping through my mind, it's on bend
Jumping through the words of what was said
Tuck, roll, and run-n-n-n-n

Far away; is your gaze that-of unrest?
Try-hard; did we try our best best?
Chased out-of mind, you in that dress
Shakin' off and runnin'

Run, Run, Run, Run
I meant no disrespect...
Would you run, run?
After your kiss I reject?
Run, Run, Run, Run
I couldn't tell what you meant
Would you run, run?
I wasn't ready for the rules that can't be said

(Run on. Run on. Run on. Run on.)

Run up the tall-ey in my...
Skipping through my mind, it's on bend
Jumping through the words of what was said
Tuck, roll, and run-n-n-n-n

Far away; is my gaze still that of unrest
Try-hard; did we try our best best?
Chased out-of mind when I saw that dress
Shakin' off and runnin'

Far away; is our gaze that of unrest
Try-hard; didn't we try our best best?
Chased out-of-mind, taking off that dress
Shakin' off and runnin'

Run up the tall-ey in my head
Skipping through my mind, it's on bend
Jumping through what your body had said
Tuck, roll, and run-n-n-n-n

I was laying awake in bed when
a lame pick-up line came to mind

   "Are you tired girl? 'Cuz
   you've been running through my head all day!"

I was bored so I broke it down

I was thinking of you when I woke up
wondering when's the next time I'd wake to your skin
I was thinking of you when I got dressed
and how you'd always ask if your clothes made you look thin
I was thinking of you when I poured coffee into my cup
and how you'd curl your nose at my coffee-breathed kiss
I was thinking of you while I flossed
dreaming of your smile which sends my heart into doing flips

I was thinking of you as I drove to work
and your love texts I'd get throughout the day
I was thinking of you during my break
how you'd wiped the ketchup off my face that first date
I was thinking of you as I waited for the bank clerk
you were excited as they rep handed you our new house key
I was thinking of you while I was picking up a steak
and how beautiful you looked when it rained on our picnic by the sea

I was thinking about you as I drove around town for an hour
and how I missed your loving eyes when I'd pull in the drive
I was thinking about you while I cooked my dinner
oh, how I missed the way you baked my favorite pumpkin pies
I was thinking about you as I was taking a shower
and the steamy nights that started where I stood now
I was thinking about you as I had laid my head to sleep
and I was thinking about how tired you had to be now
   somehow

I think I'll let you run a bit longer in my dreams.

...and with a toss of a hand, the boy slipped into the dark
begging, searching, crying,
screaming for someone to hear his pleading
pleading to stop the bleeding
bleeding out the last remaining hope of the night

The night, the Night
struggling little boy put up a good fight
listen to the laughter grows louder as he falls out
    of....sight
But the boy is boy no longer, only stronger
Heart heavy as an anvil, eyes cloaked in evil
the first voice steps out of the dark

This Depression....
obsession? regression? oppression?
The boy is man no longer, having stumbled again.
The boy is only abominal as his own mind descends
"HELP ME!", he screams, knowing the words only echo
   in....his........own.........

Spirited Detective, finder of souls lost deep
place pen to paper and let the burning stokes seep
etch your place among the dead and dying
Let the ink become your words, your command
And let the paper become your action, your hands
Write their death, 'O prophet!


Become! Become,
  the finder of hunted men gone
  the hunter of warriors from depths so long
  the warrior and tip of the Angel's Sword
Let your pen become your weapon
Let your paper become your tactic
Let your wisdom be your shield
Oh, Seeker of Men, save the Angels
And never let your pen yield

I was watching the weather reporter explain jet-streams
and I'm not sure I understood
but I think I got enough, it seems
so that my plan can go as it should.

Its been really hot here lately
the pavement burns to the touch
the western summer air is set to baking
It can evaporate a pond before lunch

I was thinking of sending you a postcard
something with trees, or the beach
but buying an impersonal picture ain't so hard
(and besides, they're $3.99 each!)

So I decided to send you my love
in a way that isn't plain
I'm sending over a tiny cloud, Love
'cuz I know that you love the rain

I'm gonna pour some water on to the ground
and if what I've learned about jet-streams is true
I'm gonna wait for it to disappear into a cloud
and watch the wind blow this straight to you

So sick of me
being sick of you
being sick of us
and all the things we do
Now listen, baby...
     baby
Wish it were all made up
nothing but a dream
living like a ghost
nothing's what it seems
I'm going crazy...
     baby
Want to forget the truth
starting with your name
and all the things you said
nothing but a game
Everything you're saying...
     baby
Everything I said
once upon a time
was what I believed
now its just a crime
Hope you're realizing...
     baby
These are all just tears
falling from my life
'cuz there was a day
I'd 've made you a wife
Heart's lamenting...
     baby
Gotta fix my life
gonna start right here
throw away these pictures
and crack me a beer
*Erase your memory...
     baby

An innocent brush, an accidental touch
across my skin, across my heart
and yet you are wonderfully oblivious
to the leaps in my chest, and as such
I steal another contact from your bliss
this longing is my healthy addiction
and while you don't think it's much
this addiction as gotten a grip on me
my mind is begging
my heart is aching
my soul is crying out
with heartbeats racing, you're the clutch
that keeps my mind in this constant revving
and all this is just in a heart beat, an eye blink
and to think I can get this from a single touch
when I grab your hand, and you feel it's annoying
just remember that I just need my fix
I don't want to stop this feeling, so be my crutch
help me feel this high, feel this love
knowingly or not, I want to hold your skin
so I can soak in your addictive touch

I let my hands glide,
slide
ride up the back of your shirt
Flirting finger tips slowly dance a pas
stall
bra slips while other fingers edge your skirt
Gently waltzing the inside of your thighs
sighs
eyes closed as the sensations tingle and spurt
Violin fingers soon find a pantiless lip
slit
****, where strumming fingers begin to flirt
My lips start creeping down from yours
slower
lower until you're forced to remove your shirt
Rhythmic breathing gets heavier as my lips meet your chest
breast
invest my tongue along outlines of your vicious curve
Pressing with tongue and fingers until there is an uncontrolled moan
groan
hone in until resisted shivers race through before fingers insert
stroking you as tongue dances its way down gently
slowly
violently, your quivering lips utter a shaken moan to release a blissful squirt...

I call
and you rush to me
So I rush
and you calm me down
So I calm
and you sing to me
So I sing
and you dance for me
So I dance
and you call for an encore
So I call

We march onward, seemingly forever
To carry out our nations endeavor
To protect our religion and our freedom
From our enemies and their heathendom
We do not want to give our lives for you
But we fight for a nation, so may our weapons strike true

Somethings written
shouldn't be read
    Somethings heard
    shouldn't be said

Somethings  sometimes should  be  read
                                            by all but one
Sometimes somethings should be heard
                                         by all but none

Somethings I've written
I want you to read
Sometimes I worry about the letters
'cuz I know you'll see

They don't understand
the feeling I get
when I hear those songs
the memories that come
remembering the rights
and also the wrongs

They take me back
to a time when feelings
ran strong though my soul
and I stop what I am doing
close my eyes and remember
shuddering with chills like it's cold

They don't understand
that for every time
every moment of strife
there was a song that was playing
to remind me later
of those times in my life

Black
Cold's dark servant
where nightmares are born
lifeless, chilling
        *Red
        Love's fierce anger
        heated licks of flames
        lurid, twisted
                White
                Hero's pure rage
                warrior of the blessed
                blinding, holy
                        Blue
                        S­ky's transient calm
                        pacifistic mind
                        passing, soothing
                                Grey
             ­                   Storm's middle ground
                                fog's muddled embrace
                                clouding, shifting
                                        Brown**
    ­                                    Life's steadfast fort
                                        earthen defender
                                        steady, sturdy

Stop crying and stand for
Together we can fight
And when there is
No one left, then together we can
Dance

Sitting at the library with blank paper and pen
I was bored so I began to draw a stick figure man
His head was round and his legs were long
He wore a hat and he whistled a song
And in his hand I began to draw another
and decided this hand belonged to his lover
Who was pretty and tall and stick-figure thin
and the stick man knew that she belong with him
So they went for a walk along a lovely beach
And I drew a sand castle just out of reach
With the setting sun in the distance so bright
I drew a bonfire and some marshmallows for the night
A dog, a plane, some friends and some food
Then I stepped back to look at what I drew

I smiled, and with a thought the smile was gone
Something was missing, something was wrong
So I stared and I thought, and I stared so long
Until I realized what had been missing all along
And with a smile I wrote your name by her face
Then I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the waste

Stress is the constant that never goes away
Pain in the chest
Restless rest
Mind entering the fray

What is one more thing? Already taking it well...
Ethical dilemma
Emotional drama
More sleep minutes to sell

Tell lies to try and appease the few
Hurt inside
Pushed aside
Because it's good for you

Off to Heaven tonight
Drifting in a beam of light
Rising up to the clouds on high
Upon golden wings I fly

I was dead from the very start
With panic did my eyes dart
I watched with heavenly agony
As your arrow pierced my heart

Melting away, my mind does flow
Taking with it your hand to hold
You didn't even give the onlookers a show
When love struck me down in one swift blow

Wobbling three legged tables
where the bearded bald men are
sitting upon the legs of standing chairs
while telling local tales heard abroad
recalled from memories long forgot

Like stories from a ******* genius's journal
read in public by the town's blind doctor
clearly translated by a girl who was mute
to a man listening with old deaf ears

Or the one of the parched fisherman drowning
who was seen from a distance by a nearsighted man
that sent his lame messenger running to get help
and was reeled in by the fish he had caught on his line.

But none were as simply complicated
as the one of the bearded bald men
whose sitting stools stood tall as they sat
and whose three legged table wobbled.

When the age gets up there,
and you start to dispair,
when you look in the mirror,
and your lack of your hair...

Do not cry or whine
as your dome starts to shine
there are thing you can do
to make you look fine

If you are good with your age some
then grab a comb
and comb your hair over
the bald spot on your dome

If you don't mind extra attention
then shave it for inspection
then grab the wax
and wax for good reflection

But if shaving and combing like that
have you worried that they will laugh at
the big spot on your head
then just put on a hat.

Can you feel the rumble?
Gathering force in the close distance?
Feel the power of uneasiness coursing,
pulsing
rushing through the very bones of the humble.
Minding the madness in the foreboding future,
do you fear the coming rain?
insane
In vain, in vein is where the worry does bumble.
Or do you stare in wonder of the flashing awe?
Where lightning strikes across the face of clouded,
shrouded
clouted minds of awe-struck and stumble.
These are forces of the fearful foes
striking iron with lighting flashes,
clashes
stashes of memories induced by the low grumble.
But I, For I, Because I am brave and I am strong
I do not fear the thunder but long for its embracing,
retracing,
re-placing my woes and all of my troubles
with brave courage and a strong spirit
and imbuing its strength into my Heart
Mind
Soul
And with a flex of my muscle, let the rumble
Roar across the land, across the sands,
Mountains and valleys, oceans and lakes,
Let my fury strike with the speed of light
and let my courage rain into your soul.
For I, I am the coming storm.

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

The night is tiresome
to the sleepless ones
with thoughts racing
without a finish line

Insomnia can be fearsome
carrying loaded guns
that leaves the mind pacing
wasting precious time

The dreamless can't succumb
to the whispers of the Ones
that send the tired bracing
for the bright sun's shine

An Insomniac, I've become
the nights feeling like reruns
while my pillow I am embracing
until my alarm-clock's chime

Flames

So bright
so high
giving birth
to  heat
warmth giving
breath stealing
wonder and awe

Flames

Man's pain
destroyer of hope
life stealing
pain dealing
crushing, burning
families broken
memories gone
colors mocking
it crackling song

Flames

Bringing together
bon-fires
get togethers
thrilling, grilling
meats turning
corn popping
chocolate delights
lovers ignites
cuddles, snuggles
without struggles