Slowly I collect the petals lying on the ground
One by one I hold them as I dream of only you
Silence on this morning is my never ending sound
Sunrise creeps above the field not offering a clue

When there is a darkness that surrounds my fragile heart
Blinded by the emptiness that clings upon the vine
Drained of each emotion at these places that I start
Walking in a circle just to breathe this one last time

Why is it that pathways seem a crooked winding way
Finding every corner leads my steps into the fall
Tree lined sad existence of a world now gone astray
Echoes render nothing as my tears so loudly call

Here I fall upon my knees, my strength in weakness gone
Sinking in the mud so deep, now caked about my feet
Heavy is the burden weighing firmly on this dawn
Reaching in the distance as my mind it bids retreat

Falling ever faster neath this lonely garish mire
Sludge of every life before, above my eyes the view
Saying farewell to my love, my only true desire
Holding up the petals in the final moments due

Taking to the deep my feelings tightly locked inside
Giving up, that someone will retrieve me from this fate
The end has wrapped around me as I know that I have died
Disappearing in the shadows formed beyond the gate

Loneliness feels just like this…in rooms without a door
Staring at the carpet now revolving down below
Watching as the gray begins and fading smiles pour
One last dream, one last thought, as now it’s time to go

Throw away girl the parasol
rain wanna kiss your skin
then seep slowly into your soul
settle in love therein.

You don't need girl the parasol
rain longs to touch your face
then take in your heart a quiet stroll
etch there for love a warm place.

Don't walk girl with the parasol
rain is begging for a chance
for your embrace he's blazing coal
burning to wipe out the distance.

Drop girl the parasol on the way
and see the rain's yearning stare
he is falling for your love today
with his heart for you bared.

You can't stop the world from turning
If you feel like jumping off
You can't double up your earnings
If your middles gotten soft

You can dream of the solution
But you must act on it as well
Just make sure of what your doing
Cause you can't unring a bell

You can't stop a word that's hateful
Once it's flying through mid air
You can't make a person grateful
If they've never really cared

You can't change the image in the looking glass
Or halt a wave mid swell
A churning ocean is never clear
And you can't unring a bell

You can't start a new beginning
If your at the very  end
Nor untie a knot cinched tight
With only thoughts blown on the wind

You can't promise the world in wonder
And the stars above as well
Then decide at last to take it back
Cause you can't unring a bell

You can't change the law of physics
Or add words to a dried up pen
There's no fourth to your three wishes
And you can't hide behind your name

It's hard to see light if you're too far down
In the digging of your well
Breathing does not mean you're living
And you can't unring a bell

i was overtaken,
by a hearse,
this morning,
on my way to work.

two things, came to mind.
first,
where does a hearse go
in such a hurry....
and second,
it is always hard,
to get back in to
the workaday rhythm.
...rip... holiday mind ...rip...

Off                   comes my slip, socks, sanity and an echo
Goes                 up my spine.  
The                   men
Film                  my sinking heart  
And                  dive into the  
Filth                  plastered against my mind without a thought  
Of                      what moments define me.
That                  girl who used to wear a  
Shirt                  embroidered with flowers and had a mother  
Making             her a meal with love is now working the  
Room               with what's left of her.
For                    -ward motion depicts nothing
More                 than bones and memories never cherished.

Lighten this part
With the brighter visions

Call on healing
Pain into remission

What you could gain
Strikes hope into
The heart of the sun

This boat
Once a ship of sorrow
Will land on a beach tomorrow
And it's vacation
Hopes creation

Those tears of solitude, you thought
to sink your boat
But instead you cried off the deck
So they kept you afloat

And the sun above, caressing your face...
Enveloping love, shining embrace

As angels cut their wings
We see them fall with a purpose

They wish not to fly any longer
But to swim alongside you on this journey

Because in school, I was taught
To care

Who held the *** while god painted this land
whose hand had a hand in creation
which paint did they use,I wonder was it lead free and
how did they paint the waves on the sea.
Did the clouds stand still as they painted them white and why
paint some grey
who decided the colour of night
and
who was it painted the day.

Who paints the tiers in the tears we cry and why
do they take time to dry
and tell me what tin had the wrinkles within and
how come I got some.
It's quite fun that the sun is the colour of egg yolk
gods little joke possibly but
I think they took a liberty when I mentioned that I could see colours in
black and in white,the colours of the day and the colour of night because
they went and painted a zip atop the top of my upper lip and
that shut me up.

I remember the hot springs near Zunil,
it was in the middle of nowhere
in the cloud forest
just below the saddle.
It was one of those places
you could stay forever.
Immersed in sulphur-thermals
with the ferns & hanging vines
& two sweet Aussies
surrounding me.
There was a 4.4 on the Richter
that night & nobody died,
not a single fight either,
only love.

I'm up to my elbows
In Summer sun,
I've hit my funny bone;
The gangs have hit the pavement,
No one mentions home.

The towels are stretched
On sand dunes,
Water falls free and clear,
There's no time for dwelling
On one's sun-kissed despair.

There's amusement parks
And animal farms,
Camps and hiking trails;
Boats slice turquoise water,
I've daughters tugging tails.

And there,
Beneath the snuggled moon
Couples spoon,
Leaving room
For air.

We end our daily frolics
With our evening walks;
I'll find time
To lift my elbows
After equinox.