ticking time
forgotten phrases
clicking pencils
treasured sounds

the ink from my pen
turned the words
I used to express
the infinite love...

...that was for you

I had forgotten what
it feels like
to love someone
the way I do
love you

love is to precious to leave
so alone
when I have a person to love
like you

every smile
is always worth it
every stanza
felt like a cool breath


open the wind
breathe effortlessly
to break
in a calm gentle ecstasy

love me darling
I wish
with all the heartache
you will love me always
(b.d.s.)

As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can feel you in my heart
Like the blood flowing through my veins

As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can see your beauty shining in front of me
Like the glorious rays from the sun

As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can feel your lips upon mine
Sweeter than the most delectable chocolate in the world

As i sit here listening to these lyrics
I can smell you wonderful scent
Like the fragrance drifting from spring flowers

As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can hear two hearts beating in perfect rythem
Like the soothing melody of angles singing

As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I dream of you and me being together
A journey of endless love lasting forever and alway

There was a king
Songs were to his liking
There was a singer
Summoned by king's finger
The singer sang
Song after song
King was pleased with melody
Declared gift after gift
And enquired the singer,
"Are you pleased"
The singer said. "Yes, my lord"
The king then called it a day.
At the end of the day
Singer was expecting gifts
But none to come by
He threw his anxious looks 
at the passing king
The king said,
" I am pleased with your voice.
So too, you are pleased with 
my voice. That is the gift"

She wears black
Traditional mourning colors
So for who does she mourn?
She hasn't lost anyone
Except herself
She mourns lost dreams
She mourns lost hopes
Wishes that never came
Her stolen innocence
She mourns the blood she lost
Flowing red from her wrists
She mourns the breath she can't take
As she hangs from the rope
Her last attempt at learning to cope

You Have To Keep Telling Yourself
                                 It don't Mean Nothing

They always compare love to a burning fire
And say, " you ignited my heart into flames"
But you were the frozen furnace
The ancient stove that no one ever bothered to heat up
You were cold down to the core and I had electrical heat running through my veins
And everytime I touched you you gave me frostbite
I tried so hard but you were too numb
And sooner or later,
I ran out of match sticks to keep this pathetic excuse of a fire alive
Because I was the forest fire and your were the water that drowned me

His scaly skin slides across my tender flesh.
I never wanted this, but I asked for it.
His boney hands pull my hair
as his skeleton fingers slide across my delicate lips
and force their way inside my mouth.
"Hold your tongue, girl. Protestation will do you no good."

I close my eyes in desperation, waiting for the end.
Above me, below me, in me, I feel him.
Bruises blossom, dark beneath my ivory skin,
He feels no need to be gentle with a girl like me,
A girl who would sell her soul and body to survive.
The demon takes his pleasure and leaves his mark, ensuring his swift return, for his prey can no longer hide.

What if I ran when you told me to?
What if I hadn’t said no?
What if I had left you the way you left me?

And what if you weren’t the first girl?
Would I have loved you the same?
Would I still be bound and chained by this addiction?

I grew closer to you than anyone,
I sang to you on the phone before your surgery,
I straightened your hair when you couldn’t lift your shoulder

How do you reconcile this?
How do you rationalize it?
Or discard it?

I couldn’t always be there for you,
But I always tried,
Despite the distance,
I always tried

"Why would I want to be crazy, you might ask, well its because crazy people get to see a world, a world different than the one we see. You have to really understand that to come to question the world in the way someone that is crazy might."

Karl Franssen