Brave little woman,
                                                  petrified she'll never fit in
perhaps it's her unique perception of the world,

                              or the colour of her skin.

But do not keep it all within,
                                      
                  ­                                      for the tears staining your rosy cheeks
prove you not fragile nor weak.

You are, my dear
                                                               the essence of Picasso's landscape,
                                

                                 now splattered with violence, corruption & strife

But darling have hope,                           

                                   there is far too much chromatism on this earth

                     to bathe our minds in black & white.

Just because I'm lonely

Doesn't mean that I'm alone

After all is stripped away

The last thing left is merely bone.

Like a skeleton in mourning

For her earthly beauty lost

I retreat to loveless solitude

Without knowing what it costs.

In the skin of those I envy

I walk through this world alone

With a smile shining brightly

Painted on this face of stone.

Hands reach down to save me

From this rut I've snuggled in

But I'd rather face this world without

Rather than have to look within...

I feel it slipping—

Like sand through fingers

On the beach in my soul

Where the tide rages

And birds cannot find

Any food to eat

Because all that was planted

Is rotten

And all that was found

Was forgotten.

I feel it falling—

Like a man from the roof

Of his damnable house

When he feels he cannot

Take it anymore;

Where the birds sing their

Strangled songs

And sinners try to

Right their wrongs.

I feel it sliding—

Like an oil slick

On a gravel road

In the forests of my mind

Where children hide

Their broken smiles,

And jacks and jills

Roll down the hills

And secrets slide

From lips so wide

To ears so near they hear it clear.

I feel it breaking—

Like the ***** windows

In that damnable house

With finger prints

And drawings traced

By finger tips

Upon the panes of glass

Which shutter in the

Windy night

And whisper that it’s

All alright.

I feel it fading—

Like a fire waning

In the night

Beneath the stars

That burn so bright

And in the humid

Summer air

I know that it’s too late

To care;

But I feel it breaking

Snapping, shaking…

My sanity slipping from my grasp

Is getting way too hard to clasp.

It’s gone.

I knew from that moment on
every word and every phrase and every sentence
thought up in my head and emitted from my fingers
would turn into cadaverous dead bodies
that would turn into silhouetted skeletons
that would turn into fine powder blowing in the wind
that would disappear into a deep and dark abyss
deeper than any abandoned tire in an old forest
and darker than the pupils of my eyes
I knew I would be forever forgotten

Put your cares on me, my son
That's why I am here
Give me your tears and sorrow
I have grown strong from carrying
A staggering load of them myself
It is a privilege I gladly accept

Let me take your fears and heartache
Your pain and sickness too
Ill gladly carry both mine and yours
Until you are strong enough
To handle them yourself

I am honored, my son
To wear your tears like a badge
All the best parents do
And when you are done crying,
I want to see that smile
Because you are too small to carry around these burdens
Put them all on me,
Thats's why I am here

Within the starlight gaze
grow shrooms below
lightly decorating
the silent grove
filling a place of beauty
with a touch of mystery
and gently covering the dirt

Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight

A firefly
Lights up
Another firefly dead.

Sitting heavy on the sight
Filling her bones full of fright
Yet comfort and peace within
As she starts to feel some wind
The autumn leaves so damp together
Her bare feet in such cold weather
A tattered dress upon her figure
She calls to him and waits for answer
Time goes by and silence surrounds
Beating down like a hundred hounds
Till a sudden stir in the darkness nearby
As clouds roll in and cover the sky
Sneaking and creeping out of the dark
A man whose bite is worse than his bark
He takes her hand and twirls her about
Pushing away any fear or doubt
Holding her close and easing her pain
She sings to him, doing the same
Ballroom dancing in a graveyard scene
Keeping to the shadows to remain unseen
Sweet words and laughter fill the crisp air
And with each other, their hearts lay bare
Their bare feet in such cold weather
And the autumn leaves are so damp together
They start to feel the chilling wind
But warm from the peace within
The two of them, shining so bright
On a foggy autumn graveyard night