They live a life like ours
But they leave in the dark
They accent the beauty of flowers
They blow away to make their mark

In the cold days they leave the trees
Standing in the ice all bare
Wishing for a blanket of leaves
But life can only be fair

As they fly away to the sounds of the winds
Their call to make
And many die day by day
By the end they will break

And these leaves they breath
And there souls will flee
The branches they have freed
These leaves are me.

A blue crisp sky waves hello with no goodbye,
watching the fairies fly.
Dilated daisies smile as I pass,
Shouting mystic memories to the sun.
Crystallized clouds form in a spiraling pattern,
Flooding from the center, reflecting light into the black hole,
They call my pupil.

While the globe crawls as
S L O W
as my bill is thin,
I've got places to go,
sunsets to chase
and mighty, invisible wings
to feed, so

              bring on the sugar water!

Feathers flickering furiously;
sweet Jesus!
where are my feet?
I am BUZZING through today,
routes as long as my tongue
repeated in an
unbroken line
thousands of times,

              hey, *******, you goon!
              That's MY nectar!
              Scram!

Planning my daily rounds,
relying on the donations
of fans who eye my turf war
with childish glee

              and I hope
              beyond hope to see
              pitcher after sweet pitcher
              waiting for me

Because neglect is starvation,
an end to the thrum
of tiny hearts.

Still falls the Rain---
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.

Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet

On the Tomb:
Still falls the Rain

In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain
Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain.

Still falls the Rain
At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.
Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us---
On Dives and on Lazarus:
Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one.

Still falls the Rain---
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in His Heart all wounds,---those of the light that died,
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark,
The wounds of the baited bear---
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare.

Still falls the Rain---
Then--- O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune---
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree

Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world,---dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown.

Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain---
"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."

These next four years,
just simply drag on.
There are many tears,
from life going wrong.
At first it's really easy,
it is such a breeze.
Until you freeze and realize,
life isn't as it seems.
Such strict rules,
no talking!
You best be walking!
No note passing.
You better not be sassing!
All of the drama,
and constant rumors spreading.
And we wonder why,
high school seems so unending,
Many expect us to graduate,
to rise higher than the rest.
We know what we want,
and we continue to do our best.

High school kinda stinks
Everybody wants to get to the top
People talk before they think
I'd like to take a moment and just stop

Take a look at what's become
See who's really there
See where this is all coming from
Nothing's fair

One moment you're high & mighty
Until you're hit with sticks & stones
Until its not worth fighting
When they've broken your bones