Can the entire ocean
all be swallowed by my eyes.
If I make it to the moon,
will I then feel left behind.
Is there an end to the world,
that is decided by time.
Will I see beauty so great,
that I truly must go blind.
At the end of the last road,
will at least all colors rhyme.
I fear the war will not stop,
these enemies in my mind.

In terms of matters of the heart
there’s only one truth that’s gotten me by:
That something this strong and unique,
could never be anything less than mutual.
The world is cruel, but it’s not evil.

Today I realized I’m responsible
for the destructive crash
that brought me to where I am.
There were quite a few red lights,
but I ignored them completely.
After all, it’s the green lights
that always look so beautiful
when you are out at night.

I tug at her hand
She pulls away
i ask when will you listen?
If not today tomorrow
But if not right now,
if not tomorrow then when mom
soon i'll be gone

Called together by the Absolute,
shadowy leader of the sinister racist cabal:
The Confederate Revengers meet
their newest prospective member:
"Ladies & gentlemen, I'd like you to be introduced to the one and only Medusa, last of the mighty Gorgon race."
The nefarious heroes bowed their heads, the sight of the primal goddess being too much to behold.
"She ain't no southern belle!" cried Locomotive, but she kicked him in the cow-catcher & groaning, he doubled over.
"Anyone else want to question my pedigree?" she snarled earnestly, her complexion a translucent shade of emerald. So it was settled. Medusa was brought into the motley attired circle, but the Mediterranean queen had her own motives for signing on to the as yet unknown venture.