true love's kiss a wishful thing
like the delicateness of a butterfly wing
you make me weak in my stupid knees
'cause you scare me as much as a horde of bees
my love for you is purest white
but when you draw near, I take flight
I timidly tried to give you my heart
but you sat and laughed as you tore it apart
the lesson I hope you all learn from my mess
Be brave! Have courage! True love is fearless!

Flower petals snowing down
covering the grassy ground
standing underneath the trees
the humming sound of happy bees
darting through the sunny skies
a thousand newborn butterflies
grassy windswept green cascades
like the tail fins of a million mermaids
fluffy shedding, startled deer
glance up as a dog draws near
the old tire swing in desolation
sparking the imagination
red-tail hawk takes sudden wing
God can be seen in everything

Pit of snakes, where does one start the other end
smiling and nodding it's all pretend
not what they think when they see my vacant stare
not stupid, my mind is just everywhere
door slams on one tiny thought
had it right in my hand, but now it's not
staring at the judgmental snowy page
it's like a zoo animal locked in a cage
waiting to wander about and set free
unfortunately that poor thing is waiting on me
flutters around like pretty butterflies
taunting you with lots of enticing lies
zeroed back in like a tiger that's tracking
ignoring the concentration you're lacking
oh look! Something shiny its right under there!
oh really? what is it? It went under where?
out of my seat like a running gazelle
man I hate homework. It must be from hell.
but I have to try harder, I really do care
and don't forget I made you say underwear. :-P

Oh teddy bear, just look at that stare
you sit on my bed with not a care
never complain when I squeeze to tight
don't steal the covers at all in the night
you're covered in lots of my salty tears
from heartbreak and pain throughout the years
you're not as soft as you were at the start
but I'm glad my mom put you in her shopping cart
thanks for your service but now that I'm 30
you're still a good bear but you're just a bit *****

Lost, lost, it comes with a cost
the more we are lost the more it will cost
we travel from this place to that place and more
never really knowing what we're looking for
we dabble in this and we dabble in that
sleep in a treehouse and get a new tat
we dress like a hippy and smoke lots of grass
and drive until we've run out of gas
then we try chasing the title and cash
and hoard all we can so we have a stash
when we are old we'll retire with ease
and do whatever the heck that we please
but then we realize we already were!
and then we go right back to acting unsure
around and around, we just do not know
whatever we plant we will reap what we sow
all of our choices seem totally wrong
stilettos and ties, or board-shorts and a thong
am I the type with my hair all in place
or am I the one with the paint on my face
trek through the mountains to find peace and quiet
or sit by the pool on the south beach diet
we look for something that cannot be found
so we just keep moving around and around
but if lost is the state you are in on this day
take heart and remember, it's not here to stay
even Lost has Found, they are good mates
none of us is alone, or in charge of our fates

old and gnarled like a little white oak
bending shifting creating some smoke
clad in plaid like an old country dad
before mom gets home, cleans up a tad
the wood catches fire, a beautiful blaze
he stands there proud as it catches his gaze
simply enjoying little things in life
peaceful right now but then in walks the wife
Like fire she's spirited, uncontrolled and wild
but not nearly as much as their firstborn child
he tinkers around on his little back porch
watching the wood burn as it starts to scorch
fire is burning all heated around
but he stands like an oak on his spot of ground