Up and down we gently go
Round and around in a spell —
While the music softly plays
On the carousel.

Up and down on a summer night
Where smiles and laughter dwell
Astride a golden horse and lion
On the carousel.

We'll wave as the world goes by
And carry a tale to tell
Singing a song of childhood
On the carousel

Once, life was happening
Now,
It just happens

I rise like the Phoenix from the ashes of despair
like a bird that soars cutting the air

I rise like tides drawn by the moon
flowing in crystal water dunes

I rise like winds that spin in rings 
the dawn of the sun that lights night's wings

Like the luminous moon with it's pearly hue 
a glow that transforms the midnight blue

Like the rainbow in love with golden light 
I rise from greys with colours bright

I ride on waves that surge ahead 
the beat of currents on ocean beds

I soar. I swoop
Yet I rise and rise
Every moment that I breathe 
The breath of life

My face is ugly
My legs are short
But she leans upon me
For her child support.

Somebody knocked at his window.
It was a dull, haunting sound.

Black tar filled a fearful, splintered mirror.
Something invisible touched his scruff.

That was a day, but the light faded into the night.
A cacophony of whispers shrouds his fearful heart.

It was so good, it was all right, as a sweet lullaby…
Who let a black Tesseract of doubt into his mind?

Exposed to both sides of black-and-white magicians,
playing their deceptive songs, their juggling tricks.

The human weeps for what could have been—
for devouring hunger, unfinished great plans…

Let him complete his painful catharsis,
let salty tears touch these deep wounds.

But when the next day comes,
tell him there are many more lost out there…

You know the truth: hell is hiding
in the black Tesseract of our heads and hearts…

You fill in the blanks
Add adverbs to happy adjectives
Make days dance with similes of sun beams
And turn nights into metaphors of heaven
Words become songs
That beat to the rhythm of the heart
Muse and art merge
To become one -
And life becomes a verse

When winter came with blankets of mist
A cover of cloud through the day
Skies would stretch in endless grey
No dancing rays of an ochre sun
Then, what comfort and sweet bliss -
Was a cup of tea with cinnamon.

All wrapped in scarf, cap and mitts
Warming hands and toasting toes
Singing rhymes or talking prose
We'd whisper tales that winter spun
Tucked at night in layered quilt -
With a cup of tea with cinnamon.

With happiness, memories sing
Of smiles of youth that teased the cold
Battled wars that could be won -
To gloat in glory when grey and old
Oh, what comfort it still brings -
That cup of tea with cinnamon

Happiness is a bird
Flying in the sky - free
It's the dance of silver snowflakes
It's the cerulean blue of the sea
Happiness is generosity
Kindness, compassion too
It is a warm blanket of love -
Happiness is you.

You make it simple
You make it so so easy
To deprive myself of love
And hate everything about me

You make it minimal
You make it so so easy
To turn off my tears
And to hold it in fiercely

You make it innocent
You make it so so easy
To fall off my rocker
And lose sight of clarity

You make it quick
You make is so so easy
To hurl up my meals
And to punish my body

You make it humorous
You make it so so easy
To cut off every friend
And isolate reality

You make it effortless
You make it so so easy
To doubt everything I say
And to call myself crazy

When things seem easy
You don't tend to ask for help
But you make it a little too easy
To completely destroy myself

Maybe it adds up, the things we wish to ignore
And we see it set in all at once
The worst case scenario happens
and I knew it from the get go
I felt relief rushing in
That I didn't die as it happened
Like I can still breathe in
and find ways to sort the issue
It multiplies, the level of the next thing to come
I cannot believe how much this human
Is made to see in one lifetime
The limits to be taken further
One panic to other, one escalation to another
All it adds up to high blood pressure
And one day I will completely disappear
Without a care and no thought to spare.

I like the sun in winters
On cold cold days
The way it beams sunshine
So warmly my way
I soak in the light
As the day calls
Bright molten gold
That from the sky, falls