I'm no saint or sinner
I'm something in between,
you're the vines as beautiful
as they are ceaselessly,
and ever so prettily
green and shiny smooth.
How I dot on dear you
Time to reveal the full deck,
I have 4 of the jokers
I always was a romantic fool.
Throw up arms, "what the heck!"

The stigma that's been
can never be freed,
up rises Eagle,
Grounded Turtle
Down is hell,
focused cell,
Blissfully
heavenly,
trapped,
recycled,
burning tapes.
A transformation,
that I'll never see.
This world rapes......
The media's decree.
A thousand degrees

The photo snaps
were never your crack
the shake and bake,
it was just a misery.
We echoed in your ears
and beaten half to death,
& darken did the eyes
and the untrue lies
You promised never again
like I was your best friend,
but kids tend to be naive,
as you swore change at best,
No child wishes for this day,
but the anchor sinks, never sways
Hard to get reality from play,
when arms don't love but flail.
I sank into the sea
wishing the son I could be,
but what about the years
I needed you and not the fears,
Was I your miserable mistake
as fragile as the snow shall flake,
and it hurts deep as my eyes do wake,
& I try to be a saint & not the snake.
I wanted to make my mummy proud,
and it echoes....
still continues.

I'll keep on dreaming of yesterdays,
hoping tomorrow's one of shine,
One of a parked boat with a bay
in a Jetty of one which's sublime

I'll praise the hope of wishing,
a life-line to await and emerging,
beautiful sun-rays of friendship,
An ocean of dolphins and fishes.

An end to flick of dominoes crashing.

What's written isn't final,
unlike the nightly stars,
or a child's rabid scribble
when anger goes too far,
What cocoon so emerges
the daylight butterfly,
dreams may be eternal,
but so are un-lit candles.

I knew a lovely little thing
with gorgeous green eyes,
a trance I got lost in,
and the warmth of her smile.
She made me take a detour
away from my vanity,
saw past the flesh and sin
to the angel within.

I knew a lovely little thing
who lost her pride,
warmth filled her heart,
and yet so did I.
What the flowers bring
with a sweet of a hymn
to make this man cry.

I knew a lovely little thing
with gifts that bring,
Optimism & hope,
for dramatic cope,
And one night
with the fireflies,
She was gone from sight.