Time is not a war to be waged;
there can never be a winner.
At the end we're all the same;
the anointed and the sinner.

Take up your arms and you will find
you'll leave with less than you had;
all the fruits of your trying labor
will surely have gone bad.

Instead of changing the world around
try instead to be the change;
raise the white flag and you will earn
from a war you didn't engage.

If there's a lesson to be learned:
you need not hold the line.
All the anger and hate will depart
through the gentle surrender to time.

Four fairies were dancing
in the sea of summer's night
by a seabed of roses
and jasmines of delight

I, nonchalant
was gazing at the waves
when the westerly wind
brought me a whiff of her scent

a castle of emerald green
with angels at its gates
its courtyard with daisies
swaying in the wind

I, in my dream
was floating along
when I saw her in the moonlight
lost in my song

the fairies then led me
to her castle in the sea
lit in a haze
by moon's milken rays

I saw her by the pond
with geese splashing around
and a swarm of darting bees
feasting on fragrant white lilies

Lest this melody's green  fade
in autumn's yellow glare
Lest my dream wither
in winter's barren despair
The fairies who blessed me
my soul's last prayer;

‘To the distant horizon, these verses fly
forever live, beyond the deep blue sky’

Situated in self caused misery
Her choices translucent
Influenced by a life of negativety
She filled her tub with murky water
Warm, a place filled to the tip with disgrace
A bed is shelter overhead,
comfort is never enough
In this vague interpretation of what is good,
she has stiffened posture
A symptom of exposure

It's strange how creative
We become when our hearts
Have been broken;
Splintered and smashed open,
Blood spilling and slowly
Becoming ink.
Spreading across the page
And telling it's story.