I was born with the moon at my feet.
Maybe that's why I'm "so hard to reach"–
not impossible, just hard–
I'm always some distance away.
One step,
Two steps,
One giant leap.

We are a dying race,
And few will live to face,
The dark days that are to come,
For if romance is to be dead,
Then please, first smash my head,
I wish not to be the last one.

Last one to value a mind,
To see where you fail, and where you shine,
and not just to position for bed,
Oh please before then, please smash my head.

For if i find myself slave to lust,
Without love, romance, i will be worth less than dust,
Reduced down to a mere action, don't let that day come,
Please, PLEASE, don't let me be the last one

With you by my side,
even the grayest day is full of light.

mercury splattered
across the floor
broken into a
hundred fragments and more

you try collecting
but never get her whole
she's damaged so deeply
it's not in her control

Home should be loving
Home should be neat
Home should be filled with something to eat
Where family surrounds you
Or if they are gone
A place you can rest alone all night long

Home should be looked forward too
And not at all despised
A place you should be looked upon
With loving caring eyes