Coiled, in stiff repose
The green frog flexes, it's nimble toes.
Locked, it's muscles test
The green frog's will, proves the best.
Straining, to hear the flap
The grey hawk stalking, the green frog's trapped
Cringing, it hears the dive
Hawk-eyes lock, on a bright green prize
It leaps! It's spring proves better than
The plummeting hawk, an experienced veteran
Adjusts it's flight, as the frog leaps right!
Then soft green flesh, bleeds from a **** made fresh
And talons stained red, left the frog dead.

All I've ever wanted

is a hug and a kiss,

a shoulder to lean on

in times like this.

Funny how life is,

I can't stand to see myself now.



So if you wanna love me

just show me how,

because I didn't know then,

and I don't know now.

I'll just keep waiting,

for the right one

                   to come

                          around.



Sound,

      sweet sound,

             can you hear my words?

Fill her ear,

       with a sweet song,

              since all my words just hurt.



Caught in the moonlight,

                    that comforting touch

     yet again,

               again,

                   I've thought too much.

A telltale tome of the telephone ringing,

      spurred sad singing to a somber melody

Of solace,

         silence,

             and sadness.



Silence thickens into walls of solitude

'Round this tender heart I hold on tethers

Searching for a light in the darkness

A sun to be embraced by the empty depths of a damaged soul.

Walking through the valley she sees the leaves fall to the ground beneath their trees,
but as she went to pick one up the wind blew them all away.  
And so began the wait again, to land another day.
Suddenly, she is crawling, blind, across the living ground,
searching for her vision staring blankly all around.
Again the wind disturbs the leaves, then saunters on it's way.
The birds sit silent amidst the trees because the branches sway.
Or perhaps to see the leaves away, she freezes with a certainty.
The sounds are vivid, the smell is that of things long grown.  
Now she slips and turns a stone,
the taste of forest green perches on her taste buds.
She shivers, unsettled, and rests her body beneath a stoic tree,
the eyes of the forest settle upon she, in anticipation of revelation.
In the darkness, she savors the sweet touch of the spring breeze,
with it rustling a thousand leaves.
She is strengthened by the swaying rhythm of the ancient tree
and so she rises up off of her knees, and through the sensations ceases the need.  
And she sees!
To completely perceive she must live like the leaves.
So she, so relieved, knelt down on her knees
And freed her true essence to ride with the breeze.

For what we once shared,
I regret
For the first time
I'm upset

For what we once shared,
cannot be replaced.
For what we once shared,
cannot be erased.
It is etched.
In my skin.
Like wires.
Long and Thin.
You were there, through it all.
Through my hands, I let fall.
Dropped the ball.
Lost it all.
I'm a fool.
I'm a coward.
Arrogantly thought,
I had left you empowered.
I'm a fool.
I'm a coward.
I'm a fool.
Please forgive me.

Thugged out since cub scouts.
Fun starts when school's out.
Molly, Mary, and Lucy dearest,
girls who keep my vision clearest.

I"m up, so who's down?
Fools runnin' round fools town.
School night, nobody cares.
We're all magnifying Ms. Mary's hair.

Singing: Crystal, crystal, on my nugs.
Mary Jane gives killer hugs.
Makes you feel all warm and cozy.
Such is merry Mary's mozy.

Molly's always in a rush.
Hair a mess and face a flush
There's music on and always dancing
when I find myself in Molly's mansion.

Lovely Lucy's quite unstable
Smart as any math-enabled
pencil pushing silly geek.
Though Lucy's strong and they are weak.

Lovely Lucy lives to peak.
To test how well her mind can speak.
The circles she see's in the spaces.
In between those hidden places.

She see's faces, only faces.
Names and words just seem abrasive.
For Lucy's not afraid to BE.
The same as you and same as me.

Molly Mary and Lucy dearest.
Girls who keep my vision clearest.
Sisters spawned from Father Mind.
Who married all these girls to mine.