a woman's passion is a fiction of the sun
a radiance that forms and lingers
it's time burning like a rag in a guttering flame
it flickers, it spits a storm, a moment's certainty
a lifetime's doubt
it is the whisper of the wind in barren trees
a crucible for gravity's fervor
a silence dreaming its imploded sounds

You have to admit we're in a bit of a crisis
The Great Marble Mystery of 2025
Are you aware, how many out here have lost theirs
I've never seen anything like it in my entire life

Why, there's people roaming round in their P.J.'s
I'm not talking just down at Wal-Mart
With no idea what to say or even how to behave
There's too many Jesters these days holding court

With the world being big on self-awareness
Especially in the department of I me me mine
You really have to wonder what's coming next
And if those marbles we'll ever be able to find

How could something like this even happen
And who let them all out of the bag
Before we know that'll be all she wrote
With no one left to clean up this mess

We can pretend none of this is happening
As we go about our merry ways
Sanity my friend, where have you been
Seems we haven't seen you in a number of days

We're all knee deep in this mystery
A loss affecting everyone's lives
Starting at the top infecting the entire lot
The Great Marble Mystery of 2025

Slowly slips the light of day
Across the rim of ridge, at play.

Golden in its cadenced glow
Deep ochre 'neath the bridge, below.

A fillagree of forfeiture when misting intervenes
Alas, the frolic interplay deploys her in the in-betweens.

Shadows cut by sunlight in a deftly hewn montage
Where the heft becomes the hewn and the hewn the **** fromage?

Interspersed, a flicker in the foliage on the mound
As to toy with the gestation of illumination's sound.....

A devastating show on the rim of ridge at play,
With the sinking of the sunlight in the orchestra of day.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

You only go around in life
Once they say, not twice
You need to do your best
To make the best of it

Every mountain that we find
Is there for us to climb
If you want to truly live
Never even think to quit

How often have you heard them say
Today is now the time and place
So, make sure that you live it
Every minute to the fullest

Don't let a single day go past
Where you end up with regret
If there's even a millisecond left
Run and jump at the chance

Only you can take this day
And make it the day you made a change
No longer giving space free rent
With I only wish I had

You only go around in life
Once they say, not twice
That's why we need to do our best
And make the best of it

Soon,

Winged creatures will fly,
Delicate flowers will begin to die.

But as for you, and the poetic I,
In fallow fields nearby

We will lie

And while-away-the-hours.
On a blanket, lying back

Watching summer's last sighs.
For she must soon say goodbye,

Goodbye and welcome fall.

When we put trust in giving up on us
We thought that we’d be free
But all I do is think of you
Do you do the same for me

With all the mistakes we tend to make
In this relationship
The worst one we have ever done
Is when we up and called it quits

Words were tossed without much thought
Like we were throwing stones
In this glass house we soon found out
There are a few things that you don’t

Say out loud when in a crowd
If you can’t take it back
That’s one thing that I found out
The very moment that you left

When deciding that we should call it quits
In an effort to be free
At that point in time, I never realized
I would find you’re all I need, when it comes to being free

You hate my printed tees and high top shoes,
you disapprove that I still wear my toque in June.
Always saying that I ruin the plot too soon.
You don’t know your worth, you are my Earth
my sun and my moon.

It’s how you get my smile to touch my cheek,
and the way you get my knees feeling weak.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outnumbered by the things you’re loving.

You hate my shark shorts even though they’re cozy,
you can look past it because you’re the only one who truly knows me.
I’m tripping on words, the ones you prefer
because you know I’m clumsy.
You say I’m too loud, or my head in a cloud,
but the way that I feel I’m always showing.

It’s the way that you look me right in my eyes,
and how you still manage to give me butterflies.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outshined by the things you’re seeing.

You hate when my hair gets too long,
and when my cologne smells too strong.
You hate when I exaggerate during fights
and when I snore during late nights.

Just the way that our fingers interlace,
and how you get that look on your face.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are just quirks, you’re making it work,
as you still get to know me.