Fields bloom at the same time every season,
In the same colours standing no taller than before,
We anticipate their return from winter vacation,
To only watch them blossom then leave them for bore.

Our knotted spines are but nimble stems,
Bent over willingly at the slightest breeze,
With eyes only for chests filled of gems,
We dismiss the beauty of one as a tease.

Fields bloom at the same time every season,
And each season is not quite like before,
Taking the time to admire each blossom,
Turns every field into a world to explore.

Children find it hard to believe
That at last it is Christmas Eve.
Letters to Santa have long gone,
They have been waiting for so long.
Many go early to their beds
Thoughts of Santa filling their heads.
For the reindeers they have left treats;
For Santa lots to drink and eat.

They find it hard to close their eyes,
Awake again with each new noise.
All hoping for sleigh bells to hear
Now that Santa is getting near.
They worry were they good enough?
That Santa won't have enough stuff,
That their names are on the bad list,
That somehow their house might be missed.

So much goes through their little minds
Making it hard for sleep to find.
Though finally they do nod off
With lots of nice things to dream of.
Then when next morning they awake,
(For many well before day break)
They find that Santa has come through
And made all of their dreams come true.

They get a wonderful surprise,
Awe and wonder in their young eyes,
Reminding every one of us
Of the magic that is Christmas.

I'm up all hours of the night
Trying to get my head straight to pull through with my own fight.

It's like I'm on a wrong path that leads to a dead end,
But every other turn I go I face the same problems again.

It'd be like running in circles getting deeper into the ground
Every time you face the same problems 'round and 'round.

Many times we have fights, silence, and differences.
But yet underneath the turmoil, I see a soul fighting a feeling.

Many times I have hold your hand,  supporting you with all of my might.
But yet,  the fear of retiring the free will of excitement is evident.

Many times I assure you I can never fill anyone's dream persona.
But yet, I can always fill your heart and needs as you're the one.

Many times love existed in millions of layers from platonic to deep.
But yet, without labels and constraints, it is best enjoyed and evolved.

Many times I have cried within, and laughed out loud with you.
But yet, The feelings of extreme emotions alerts me the difference.

Many times I have been offered, loved, asked, and seen others for me.
But yet, only one holds the power to enlighten me in a powerful way.

Many times I have seen harsh punishment and confusion that ills me.
But yet, I also see someone fighting what's best.

Many times you are first thought and last dream of the day.
But yet, it scares you, in which I fully understand.

Many times I will prove that I love thee and will love forever.
And yet, I am compromising to offer the best happiness.

My heart to yours, I see you, a boy who sees me, and smiles inside.
And yet, you have seen me cry inside and secretly held my heart.

If I don't want to be judged for being me,
I can't judge you for being you.

I take deep breaths

And plan a ******

To **** the bird that flew

Over the crow's nest


On a summer night

I feel the warmth

Of the day not yet done

The sound of laughter

Is all around me

This is cool- I say


I find myself lying on a surgery table

Holding an apple in my hand

I throw it against the floor

And landing there

It bursts into a million

Children of my mind

Spreading into every

Country on the planet

I am the new master

As my children grow and grow

Still in rags I speak

And throw my thoughts into a bin

Their work is finished you see


Still the sound of laughter

Carries on around me

Living is easy

With your head

In the clouds


I saw- and still I hear

The giggles and noises

Of delightful romances being

Born

These should be mine

But they are not mine

Such things are little more than

Mist or whispers

Promises not yet realised

My children sympathise

And bringing me a woman

To sit with me in the tall grass

Together we shall

Plan a life instead