I hate to see her hurt
I wish she felt no pain
sometimes pain makes us stronger
she's strong enough already
been through enough
it's her turn to be happy
her turn to be loved by someone
who appreciates her for who she is
a beautiful soul
unselfish,giving
even it means giving pieces of herself
everytime she cares for another
it's HER TURN!

In fine feather now ,feeling no pain
my darkness appeased as I sit in the rain
I stumble about through the alleys and yards
though my eyes through this trickery
have me wandering tall grasses
on my old family farm
sun on my face ,breeze at my back
as a lovers warm breath
whispering "Come home ,my love"
soon I answer
then as soon as she came
she was gone once again
so I'll keep sitting here
waiting for her
her warm breath on my neck
the sun in her hair

and the end of this cold lonely rain

As I sit in my chair
I listen
         eyes closed
                      I hear the raindrops
such a soothing symphony they create

       no pattern
                        random
but ,
magically musical

my old refridgerator running in the background

the clock ticking away the seconds

isn't it funny how much we don't hear
when we don't listen,
                                  Truly listen

As I lie here self drugged
between dream and reality
my mind opens up
to previously unseen possibility

where is this line between dream and real
to me they are the same
at least that's how I feel

Where does life end
and where's it begin
do we wander this life
in supposed dark sin

Does God have a plan
or are we just travelers
adrift on this plane
too many things I cannot explain

I'll continue to wander
no plan and no guide
all I can do
continue my stride

This in between land
in the ether does lie
questions and answers
someday we'll find

If I could cure what ails thee
there wouldn't be a pause
such a soul deserves it
and humanity will feel the loss
we may not think it now
but perhaps he'd have done great things
just another senseless passing
there will be one less soul who is laughing

but,maybe there will be the laughing on the other side
for this soul no longer has to endure  "survival"

Goodnight moon
I surely must retire

If I said I wasn't tired
I'd surely be a liar

As the coming dawn approaches
and with it the bright days sun

The coming moons promise
of dark enlightened fun