How much more must we repeat this,
The giving out and giving in.
The constant battle that rages on -
The struggle between women and men.

It's been here from the beginning.
It'll be here 'til the end.
Both sides in this bitter fight,
'Til it is that one side wins.

Taught that they are different
Since childhood's early hour.
When the boy is given a ball
And the girl is donned with a flower.

But the flowers, they have thorns.
And the ***** all bounce away.
With neither, they're long satisfied
With the gifts that were gave.

Instead, they channel their desires
To finding each other, and finding love.
'Til Death Do We Part,
Or until we've had enough.

The morning holds a special note
To the tuning of the day.
There's a sharpness in the air
With Nature's rhythm on display.

The birds sing their melodic tune,
The beat is played through dripping dew.
They carry on until afternoon,
Playing to me, and playing to you.

The trees wave their branches in the breeze
As Spring time plays out joyfully,
With nature fulfilling its basic needs
Of rhyming it all in sync.

The bees and hummingbirds, they thirst
And quench themselves with a humming verse.
The light applause from amorous arms -
Instead by leaves, rustling and lost.

The rippling waters from the poetic stream
Rhyme the shore in sweet harmony,
As all of nature for a moment stands still -
Bending to their mother's will.

The blank page,
Like the open road
Brings forth feelings
Of new beginnings.
Take those first few steps,
Wobbly, they may be,
You will find yourself
In the throes of possibility.
What may you find?
In your mind?
Or in the city?
The only way to find out,
Is to take that journey,
Blind.

I stood before the Golden Gates
To the Garden of Make Believe.
Where nothing is what it was,
Nor ever as it seems.

I reached deep into my pocket,
Took out the silver key.
The one I use to dream with -
The one the Sandman gave to me.

I think of the day I met him,
After weeks of fighting sleep.
"Use this key to live your dreams," he said.
"The ones you wish to keep."

"But if in your most authentic dreams,
You encounter appalling horror -
You must leave the Garden without a moment's glance,
And return promptly to your quarters."

I'm going to stand on the edge of the world
Along the coast of California,
Dip my toes in the surf, my heels in the sand.
What's behind me now will be No Man's Land.

I'm going to swim against the current
Shivering, shaking, not losing my pacing.
Upstream is half the battle
When it's against the human race I find myself racing.

But it's a battle that's hard to win
So I jump back in the stream and continue to swim.