A child did walk along the lake
On the other side
A monster did slowly wake

With claws that could rake
Blood and a hairy hide
A child walked along the lake

With soft hands that bake
Sugar cookies and intent bona fide
A monster did slowly wake

Repulsive cries that snake
Into dreams nationwide
A child did walk along the lake

Remarkable songs that make
Magic become applied
A monster did slowly wake

Joining together at sanity’s sake
Switching at the continental divide
A child did walk along the lake
A monster did slowly wake

You are the clapping monkey
You are the restless throb of dusty city streets
You are the children running around after the school bell
And the stubborn tree that has lived in the neighbourhood for fifty years

However, you are not clipped footsteps of harried workers
Or the diligent, clockwork-like ebb of traffic
And you are certainly not tranquil duck in the middle of the city park
There is just no way that you are the tranquil duck

It might interest you to know that
I am the neat, color-coded filing cabinet
I also happen to be worn-out recliner beckoning in the evening’s light
And the ever-winding, deserted country road

I also happen to be the free-floating paper bag
But don’t worry, you are still the clapping monkey
You will always be that clapping monkey
And I am the enchanted audience.

Taking two sloping steps at a time
I hurried toward the gray peak
As if propelled by some Pied Piper’s rhyme
Between the battering of the wave’s break
On the smooth gray stones
Laid out as some colossal creatures bones

Near the top there lay
An ancient castle of pride and age
Shining under a single sun’s ray
Copied out of a fairytale page
Around it, the grass waved
Like sports fans after some fantastic goal was saved.

Nestled against the castle’s topmost crook
A fiddler sat upright and played
His music notes traveled and shook
Through the crowded masquerade
Of tourist’s gasps, native rough accents
Dominating the soundsphere without any assistance

They waltzed around in the air
Only to be carried away by a vicious banshee wind
Leaving me momentarily bare
A noiseless kind of blind
As I stared out in the distance
Watching the cliff be beaten out of existence

We wear a mask that covers and shades
The price we pay to be accepted.
Never showing who we really are
Fear of not fitting the "perfect image"
We speak differently,
hide our true feelings.
And yet we smile.
Why should we show our true selves?
Just to be disgraced and turned away?
No...lets hide.
We wear a mask.
It helps protect us from the others.
The others that wear a mask.
For they too pay the price
continue their day with a smile.
Society has become a cookie cutter
To make all fit one
What no one will admit is that
We don't fit into a cookie cutter.
We're all our own with quorks and all
And yet we continue to wear a mask,
Smile and all.

My love for you is constant
     something that will never be questioned
There is no answer for how I found you
     nor how you found me
          or how our feelings came to light.
But the love we now share
     is just a simple, whole hearted truth.
My love for you is bigger than the universe,
     deeper than the sea,
          brighter than the sun,
               and more constant than the stars.
It transcends words
     over flows music
          and is more beautiful than any piece of art.
There is no amount of time that will ever be enough with you
     and now that I have you I don't want a minute without.
So lets start with forever and go from there
See where this love takes us
I see many happy days in our future together
The road could be rough
But nothing worth keeping
                                                was ever easy to get.

The wind howls,
The windows shake-
     as I sit inside on a cold winters night.
I'm bundled up
blanket and all with a sock on each foot
     and yet I shiver to the bone.
The tea in my hands tries to keep me warm
but it seems that after its ceramic casing
all warmth is lost and I remain frozen.
The warmth I need doesn't come froom heated water
or even wood buring in the stove.
I need the warmth of my love
     as I huddle in his arms.
I need to be engulfed in his embrace
     while he holds me tight.
This is the warmth of which I crave,
This is the warmth of which I need,
If I am ever to stop shivering to the bone.

A drunk mind and a heavy heart combine here
sifting through visions of smiles and tears
unique to our years, we've been here all along

We've imagined a song unsung
we've exchanged these words unspoken
through the silent stares and precious glances

A flame dances through the night sky,
I take a drink and wonder why
it seems like nothing's changed*


[Sunday, March 21st]

Spring came and opened my eyes
to new streets on which the numbers
sang and everything made sense for once

I saw your face for what seemed like the first time

the books on my shelf had rhythm and rhyme,
I saw your face for the first time

I was born there in that bed, howling  with a desire to not exist,
I find it odd that it should come to this

Howling in the night, laughing, crying
Running through the early morning mist
With visions of a new day

This isn't the way I had it planned
My legs feel new on the ground I stand on
but this isn't the way I had it all figured out
in my head

It's been two years..
It's been an eternity..

Things made perfect sense once..
And then never again did I see such unity
in the passing of notes,
the passage of time,
and the love unseen by human eyes

I just want to see that perfection,
once more, before I leave this world

I want to see your face again,

I want to go back to that place where
everything made sense,

But you weren't there,
you were the many pages lining the walls
of my catacombs,

You were the twilight between the night and day,

You were the crumpled sheets I curled into,
crying, and wondering what I did wrong

You were the music that woke me up,
I opened my eyes for once,
and saw the spring time for what it was

All the work we had done in silent
through the winter nights
was for naught, she came
with gifts that can't be bought

I started smoking again that morning,
the first day of spring,

I decided that I should do what I want
with this new life of mine

I walked the city streets,
smiling, and waiting
for sundown to come

So I could see your face
for the first time

gone through
                with dry fingers

the scent lingers
                        on my pillow
                 long after you've gone

I wish your
               pale winter skin
                                   would remain as indefinitely