Walking the tight rope over quick sand
An umbrella in my hand, a snake as the handle
Fear of life far exceeds fear of death
The time is now, now I must fall
But wouldn't you know it, there's a net
Like the cartoons I shred to pieces
blowing in the wind I land in the mud
Take me to your master the worms say
Ha ha ha, ask me again on Sunday and I'll take you to a circus
Not any old circus, one with crucifictions
and thorned crown wearing clowns
tripping over their big shoes
falling in the holy water and melting away.
Sunday is the day we all have fun under the big top.

More fortitude less attitude
If we'd just stay tuned
we wouldn't rely on mood.
Instead we change frequency constantly
until we shut it off and shut life out.
Too often we live inside ourselves
Forcing all else to whither and rot.

If there was ever a time to lay aggression to rest,
Let it be now.
If there has to be a place to save,
Let it be earth.

Please help, I've lost my direction.

I truly love the rain
and the dark grey skies
I love to sit and watch the Earth
as it gently cries.
It is cathartic
and artistic
it's peaceful.
it's simplistic.

She is a beautiful flower
soaking up the light,
standing nice and tall,
when the days are nice and bright.
But sometimes days are gloomy grey
and there's hardly any light at all,
and those days are the ones
where she doesn't stand as tall.
But when the clouds begin to part
and all the dark has gone away,
that little flower stands stronger and taller
with each new bright and sunny day.

Perfect lips
speak perfect lies
that paint
perfect pictures
of
perfect lives.

She dipped her fingertips in paint

        And left her identity on my canvas