I hear them whisper
Chatter, chatter
It's driving me crazy
Madder, madder
Down I go with no
Ladder, ladder
This rabbit hole makes me
Sadder, sadder

It was as simple as
turning off a light, or
crushing a bug.
He realized early
that reality had
a brutal side;
band aids didn't
stick to his heart
so he checked out;
he disassociated with
the scenery around him,
and created a kinder
world, with no
brutality or cruelty.

And then one day
he built a
sailboat made of
cardboard and silk,
and just sailed away.
There were no
shadows as he
smiled at the
putrid, bright sun.

How can you ask a man
Who loves you,
About the man you love?

If I was lesser than
I may play pretend and spin a thread
That pulls you closer to the center of my web.
         But,

My love is a field of a thousand faceless corpses.
Each one a time when I swallowed pride, and
Gave you my mouth
So you could smile wide.
          Little Lady,

Can you not see this calm bravado
Relies solely
On my never-blinking eyes.

For even a wink would have this city sink
Beneath
This grief I trap in ink.
You woke up and only met the sun today
          Because,

In the dead of night
I cupped your pain, and
Drank your inclement weather like bottled rain.

time it makes the world go round for each and everyone
we must make the best of time before our time has gone
enjoy the things in life every single day.
live it to the full before it goes away

make every second count as the time ticks by
do the things you want as time begins to fly
take it in your stride take it nice and slow
make the very best of life as time begins to go

every day is different than the one before
another day of challenge another open door.

not knowing what it brings as you  face the day
what ever it will bring or will  throw your way.

its all a part of life as your walking through
everyday is different everyday is new.

take it your stride easy as you go
what ever everyday brings we just never know

My eyes, grey blue, have changed
And my vision, deep grey, has
Changed, much like the trees
On the mountainside have changed, much like the way the
Night fades into morning.  And
My mind has changed, has become a well tended garden.
And my tears, well they fall
As soft as the rain tonight, this
First day of October.