Starving artist,
Hungry and cold,
Dive in a fountain
Of wishes and gold
Counts fifteen bucks
In quarters and cents
Steals wishers' lucks
To pay for her rents
But she hopes for the best
That all of those wishes
Were already blessed

And that marauder of dreams,
of wishes, of love,
She paid back in gleams
Silver spilling from glove

And those wishers?
Well, they had their fortunes
of hearts reunited
of kisses goodnight
of beds warm and cozy
and dreams taken flight

All but a handful
Remained in her pocket,
and never again saw the sun

The monitor slowly beeped
You sighed your last breath
The heart I had loved so dearly
Was still with no beat.

A eight year old girl sat on the floor
Her heart was heavy
She knew you had gone.
Gone to the gates of heaven to be
With the woman you let go so long ago.

God let her down,
She lost her faith
The man she called Grandad
Was taken away.

You lived.
You loved.
You fought the greatest fight
But grew tired.

Now, your face is blurred
Your smell is gone
Your voice is silent
But your hard to forget.

You thought me lessons
I still live today.
My Grandad
My friend.
Oh why were you taken away .

Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.

Lightly, lightly -- - ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.

Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,
Your real griefs, and painted joys,
Your pleasure which itself destroys.
Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
And only what will injure them do crave.
Men's weakness makes love so severe,
They give him power by their fear,
And make the shackles which they wear.
Who to another does his heart submit,
Makes his own idol, and then worships it.
Him whose heart is all his own,
Peace and liberty does crown,
He apprehends no killing frown.
He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,
And is not much transported, but still pleased.

This quiet of the night.
A serenade to my soul.
Hushed whispers of the nothing.
Frozen landscapes, and silent halls.

Stillness yet unmatched.
But peace appreciated.
This nothing that I drift through.
The serenade of my soul.

The forbidden fruit
Plucked by Eve, but ruined Adam
A soft, delicate, luscious Madame
Teasing, tempting
Seduction in a look
So it was covered, hidden
"Try and forget what's forbidden."
And still she haunts
Testing, trying
Tickling the senses
Until he drops all his defenses

How about the fruit
Which wanted nothing but
To be a fruit, not a ****?
Leafing, blooming
Ripening in time
To grow warm in the shining sun
One of many, not the forbidden one
And still she hangs
Lovely, golden
Dozing, hoping to awaken
To not be the one forsaken

Once she was
Not the one blamed by all
For every single grown man's fall
Teasing, tempting
No matter what she does
Every motion carefully made
To make sure the game is played
By the rules
Lovely, golden
After all, with fruit so sweet
How could Adam refuse to eat?