Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you

You've got a glow
like a star.
From afar,
I wished on you,
and now, there you are.
Looking at me
from behind those
eyelashes,
smashing
my inhibitions
like broken prose.

Pretty you,
whom I have yet to meet,
I greet you,
sweetly,
and ask you this:
would you miss
the moonlight
if I stole it from your eyes?
The mirrored glow
they show
is more bright,
and not to my surprise-
how could
even the moon
not swoon,
lost in your gaze?
Moonbeams and
starlight, both
seem to have
lost their ways.

Could you tell me,
pretty you-
did the wind put you there?
You have taken
my breath,
and shaken
the air
around your face.
Such grace must
surely fly-
so how is it
that you pass me by
here on the ground?
Don't misunderstand,
I'm glad you've
come around,
pretty you.

Pretty you,
I hope I'm not
too fresh,
but my mind is
a bit of a mesh,
and you're pouring
through it.
The sound of
nature stopping
to admire,
like moths to a fire,
myself closest to
the flame.
Tell me,
pretty you,
do you have a name?
What word could be
crafted, such a beauty to frame?
Surely, anything plain
would only defame.

I'll be honest,
pretty miss,
my heart tells me to
chance a kiss,
but I know I shouldn't
rush, but take it slow.
Instead, I have another plan
to sit here, and maybe
hold your hand,
and under moonlight,
your voice, get to know.
But should the passion overtake,
don't be shy, make no mistake-
I won't be put off should you choose to,
lean in close,
just
like
this...
and like so,
steal a little kiss...

That would be just fine, pretty you

The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.

Gold and gleaming are the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake.
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.

Oh, is it not enough to be
Here with this beauty over me?
My throat should ache with praise, and I
Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
To take earth’s wonder with surprise?

Why have I put off my pride,
Why am I unsatisfied,—
I, for whom the pensive night
Binds her cloudy hair with light,—
I, for whom all beauty burns
Like incense in a million urns?
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

America, you are corrupt
America, you feed fuel to the fire that diminushes the lower class
America, why are you so obsessed with power?
America, why do you insist on shaming the human body?
Is it because the government is scared of being naked itself?
That if the government let some skin show all its secrets would show with it?
America, why most you antaognize me?

America, why are you so obsessed with war?
America, you don't need to be so obsessed with war.
Your manhood is so offended that you take all the men from their hoods and send them off to fight in your pity wars.
America, land of the brave.
America, land of the men who are so terrified of the color red that all they see is red.
Red, white and blue.
America, are you a communist?

America, why can't I smoke some trees in peace?
America, you cut down trees:
Are we any different?

America, are we any different?
You and your Americans shame everything that isn't white
No wonder it took so long to perfect the color television
America, why do you hate rainbows
You'd have it rain like bombs before you'd let in a new kind of beautiful
America, you are not beautiful
America, you are not beautiful
America, look into the eyes of the American people and take a look at your own reflection
America, you can be beautiful.
America, you truly can be beautiful
America, one day I hope you are beautiful

I built a magical world inside my mind, where no one can enter but the world is mine. There's dungeons and dragons and no one feels pain, and magical fairies dance in the rain. There's darkness and angels who carry the dead, it's all in this magical place in my head. Porcelain dolls, they come to life, they tell you their secrets and hand you a knife. The walls come alive and give you a push, and everything's dark and turns to mush. Dripping with black and red rivers flow, swirling in circles, you fall below. A place where there's no need to fear pills, cuz they only cure sadness not give you free-will. Lights float around you can catch in your hand, there's no need for clocks cuz nothing is planned. It's all harmless you see? Cuz it's only me, I can't harm myself unless I go free. But the outside world is full of sickness and crooks, so I built this world thru movies and books. Someday I'll return to the world outside, and my magical world will have finally died. Cuz even I can get lonely you see... Cuz inside my head it's always just me.

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all walls are purpose built and man made,
designed to obstruct and divide

I don’t know what I’ve become
I’m living in the middle of a river without a name
If I choose I do not have to recognize anyone
I feel like no nation under God
Or no church under God
But God knows he is not the one I blame

Growing old doesn’t make it easier
I know too much to work for that man over there
Farming my mind in a one-piece rainbow jumper
Walking among those who actually do
Ashamed of my fearful dignity
The money I made killed the flowers in my hair

She was a metaphor trying to take the blame
I took it literally but she thanked me anyway
Sincerity emptied my pockets
Pretension laughed at my convention
I never knew anything about that
But my thoughts treat my demons the right way

I know you and you think I don’t
But what finally struck my heart was your aim
I watched while you let yourself go
It was the only way to know
I decided you meant everything
For a moment someone wasn’t playing a game