His feathers untouched like sleek skin
His wings just found the color blue
Any **** worth a while is forgiven
When Jay bird sings I hear the truth
On a branch outside my window
Perched on stem as if by glue
He doesn't waiver in the silence
While he sings to me the blues

Jay birds silhouette on the grey clouds
Is a hole through to the bright sky
The rhythm I hear is perfect
Almost as if he doesn't even try
Jay bird please stay
Though i know you must fly
Stay and sing me the blues
As only a blue Jay could

It's the vice of exasperation
Or heavy stress upon you.
It's rocks weighing in
Or the weight of boulders crushing.

A natural force
Keeps you grounded.
A force that makes you work
and can leave you confounded.

Do not let gravity get the best of you, this is essential.
Push back, apply your heart and change your potential.

Show me your wrist
  And all the marks
From past cuffs of love

Give me your finger
  For this golden shackle
So I may keep you

I need this love
To fill in the hole
The pit in my heart
Where I once
Had a soul

Show me your palm
  With its soft canyons
Cradling warm streams

Give me your word
  And not a single lie
Because my heart is insecure

I need this love
To fill in the hole
The pit in my heart
Where I once
Had a soul

Show me your wrist
  And I'll kiss it
Show me your palm
  And I'll kiss it

Since I could remember
My heart has balanced
Along such a thin line
Of right and wrong
Love and hate.
The line already stretched
To the extremes.
Taught with fear and uncertainty.

Tension reached its maximum
When that day came 'round.
Ever since that day
When I learned the truth.
The day my eyes were forcefully
Peeled open by dull razors.
That day the line faded
And the tight rope snapped.

With no line to follow
My heart fell.
Now concussed,
Delirious and confused.
My heart wanders between worlds.
Never certain of who it is
Where it was or
How it should be.

-Kevin Robert Rose

I had a dream last night
It was beautiful
I woke up beside you
Bodies intertwined
Your head on my chest
All was at peace in the world
And it was good

I had a nightmare this morning
When I awoke to an empty house
It was awful
Cold and lonely, I rolled out of bed
A solitary cup of coffee
Such a depressing affair
And it was bad

Dreams can be the best
And the worst things in the world
For as I learned the hard way
There can be two types of dreams about a girl
One where she loves you, one where she won't
The former a fantasy so hard to obtain
The latter a reality, nightmare turned to life