I need a clear sky
a clear head
a sunrise, 
a fresh breath of pure life,
a symphony of wind chimes.
The  form of a dandelion 
is compromised by wind,
as the seeds float aimlessly 
among it's master's drift.
Patience is a virtue 
unworthy of rebirth,
you only  got one shot 
of loyalty on planet earth.
So the dandelion waits 
For it's land into the dirt,
loyal to it's nature,
A confident reserve.

The tide came in oozing foam, and crashed along the rock
that lay  among the edge with jagged disarray-
A flood compelled by anger without warning or delay.
The waves that break the silence and the salt that burns the wound-
a storm not predetermined; an evil-driven shrew.
A conniving mess of jealousy, the tide will not retreat
as it floods around my feet and strikes a grin of great deceit.
I wish upon a better day, they say " weather permitting"-
the beach is closed and so it shows my hourglass is empty.

A bond held so true
like the binding of a book
clenched tight across the
neverending pages of
love lust lies and truth.
Although most  pages 
passionately clean,
there always has to be a slate or two...
with at least one coffee stain. 
The binding aged with creases 
broken beyond repair,
the bond remains strong,
the story is still there.
A bond held so true,
like a fiction held by glue-
forever us, our binding trust,
forever me and you.

I climb atop the highest  hills
 consumed by ghastly clouds 
 profound. 
You save me like a rolling wind, 
that  naturally tumbles in 
and clears a passage for my view 
I raise a flag tall and still.
Here for you,this weathering 
will never wear my heart away.
This- you will come to find, 
like this hill, 
like this sky,
I am forever here to stay.

These pair of jeans don't fit round me,
clenching calves deceitfully,
determined to compress on me,
exhaustively I slice the seams.
Privacy, there is no need,
take my clothes let my skin breathe.
Filled with self integrity,
my freedom is my ******.

There's evil in the midst of life,
he's called The Bearded Man.
He wears a dark silk cloak
and takes the life of careless men.
The Bearded Man I see him stand
He smokes a cigarette.
A lofty and delicate poison,
Born to infect without regret.
Roll your own or buy a pack,
The Bearded Man not care,
As long as tobacco firmly persists,
He craves a dying hand.

It's finally arrived, my springtime friend.
A beach lay delicate, soft is the sand
dainty dancing among the wind,
I gaze upon her charming grin,
my springtime friend here til the end.
Flip flops snug around my feet,
our fingers locked- a love complete.
My springtime friend that gives me faith,
the sun doth shine amongst the haze.
And when it rains, the colors born,
my springtime friend whom I adore.