You know
At this point I'm compelled
to join
in this dance, this masquerade. I
have an
assortment of hats, green, black, blue ,
stripped, ribbon,
turquoise, I can hide behind. No ones seen
the face
that holds it all. They've only seen the color of my mask
on that
day when the world was at turmoil, no
mask to
wear. Emerge the healer the soother
for mines
run out please. Have it anyway you like and enjoy but
be weary
of the no soliciting sign at my door.  We don't need
the world
to end because the appropriate mask wasn't marked
With flowers.
See beyond the masks and see that they're all me past present and future.

The angels' dandruff fell with no prints
disturbing, while the world froze outside
us, as we lay inches from
one another with a pounding
heart and electricity
that could melt the ice stone
branches now creaking in pain.

Riding away, the words I wanted to
say, are now just heartfelt ruses
that turn melancholic
as the miles of distance
between us grows but this distance
can't keep me far even
if my car does 360s when it snows.

Sitting under the sun
trying to find some fun
Will you join my scheme?
Give me the chance to make a gleam

The words were similar to mine
with you around, it'll all be fine
Only time will tell us how
But now, I can only say wow

Will you join my scheme?
Give me the chance to make you gleam
As the sun does everyday
making way for life and its way

All I ask is that you stay
Don't ever leave me astray
Our words could speak together
Making us lighter then feathers

The words were similar to mine
With you around, It'll all be fine
Your eyes are bluer then the sea
If you don't leave, I'll never flee

We thought to stand up
after awhile but we
are on our way
back to all fours, if we
keep looking down at our phones.
we'll just be morons with fewer
neurons but enough robots to run the
world household and force ourselves
out of business, I'm not marching
for Robotic rights, or getting a
computer chip to turn my memories or
the songs in my head into
.doc and mp3's or have
Powerpoint files of parental
divorce and alimony court.

Religion is genre essentially,
they're just boxes. Filled
to maximum capacity with sardines.
You think about this
more often then not. Just
like suicide. Not in the style
that the depressed might, your mother
almost hung herself with the hose.
You can only see the
sun's glimmer on the red oak trees
outside the windowless pane.

she ties my shoestrings
together. so my feet don't go
independently. while I try to
waltz her musical score
of rests through a series of
misfires from an amygdala,
who thought it knew the
best way to handle
California droughts.
instead, arm hairs burned up
and only a melanoma
of false hope traveled.
skin to heart, to brain but you
nestled in a tender gluteal spot.

My Eyes are suddenly open,
Late at Night
Early Morning,
They Certainly aren't droopin'.

My mind is racin' and loopin',
on this phone
with this girl,
You understand, me not hopin'.

Whether it's my problems
Or even us
now or later,
But after all these gremlins.

I'll be grateful that you,
were here, there
to talk, to listen,
and to set me through.

I walk to the lake,
skip the rocks
and to hope,
were everything but fake.

Money this and money that
My check card expires
Like a soda that gets flat.

Something that should be free
Won't be for the poor, like me
and others who want to be.

By the looks of it,
The moon was lacking on
its dim, the window had no
curtains, there was so
much potential, we
touched it with our
tongues, when the cord
unplugged itself
from the wall

It bothers me when people mention
that time will tell. I say they're
full of it, seconds, hours and minutes.
It all happens within space, not time.

You don't always have to flip an egg
but you don't want sunny-side
pancakes during any sort of  
grief.  You got to touch

when you have to and put gloves
on when it gets sticky, have socks when
it's cold and a chainsaw when
you're trying to cut someone in pieces.  

Sometimes you just got to trust
all your socks are being washed and that
you're only going to have a couple
lonely socks.

In a time of crisis the only constant
is change. Even the pope said god is sleeping,
but no one told the pope that God's
been asleep for a long long time.

I tinkered around
and had all the pipe lines
before i climbed three
stories on a 32 foot ladder
made of glass
to the top of the spinning
glowing neon lights
where marriage was based on
the feeling in hearts instead
of anatomic positioning
when the primer didn't set right
and water destroyed my counter tops

I see you pacing to and fro
All you want is to be let go

They pulled you from your home
and stuck you in a dome
you cannot find a place to roam

You see the eyes gazing in
While the world out there is full of sin

You see a boy, eyes full of sorrow
You hope your time comes tomorrow
All you have is your mighty bellow

You have seen the many faces peering
Wondering if anybody is caring
Hopefully they can start learning
The important facts of concerning

You miss the green, untouched grass
You can't think from the pounding glass

You're just left to be a lonely lion
You look forward to your days of dyin'
After all your unnoticed cryin'

Words tangle and turn to
mismanaged beliefs
that has paperwork flowing
out the mouths of those
trying to make sense of gibberish
that they fell asleep to while
hungover in their last year of schooling
while they spill the beans
silently with their eyes
because it is Chinese water
torture for the windshield even though  
its not uttering a sound besides
soft steady ticks.

It was only yesterday
I can remember my loneliness
Until I saw my sunshine
Going down across the way

The moon shines bright
Against those evening clouds
When they clear and steer away
That’s where majestic go and fly

My shadows circle and die
Even they utter and cry
No matter how hard you try
You can’t have all your dreams

An occasional reckless scream
In the distance I try to listen
Mixed morals sound and glisten
Shut my eyes while I try

The suns usual rotation
A God or natural creation
Understanding Life and above
Is like capturing your love

Even those that taught you so
Tell you not to lie but theirs glow
Whether it’s a songbird or a crow
Sometimes you got to let it flow

The sky always waits
No matter how bad the wake
Never ever trying to take
You, me, and nothing more

My mind toggles and boggles
Good and bad being smuggled
Trying to erase and start anew
What’s left that I can see?

Shooting star across the way
Wishing that you’d stay
So I’ll never forget
That my sunshine’s gone away

He said he wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered socially as a *****.
laying awake on a couch and catharses  the world
you have tears like that of a newborn child
Everything on the couch is mild
but out and about they're  horses tears.
Many people have the crocodile ones.
It always catches up to them eventually.
I wandered socially as a *****,
with the light in my eyes
and a hammering pain in my chest
all the love in my life are satirical jests
that leave a shoe print on my face
I guess that's better than tire tracks

I was on a leash when my love sat
down next to me.
Even the ivy on the old brick
is freer than me.
Freely the bird can fly to ivy,
She mocks me, ***** and mocks
I'm an old carpeted dog
After a wash in the afternoon sun.
I bark when there's fire in my belly
Even when she *****
Her wings so tender and close
now's the time
to hide my bone though its the last thing
I got to show.
The tiles break and formed a hole
way back in 1892
For her young to beak through storm
Its being ready to live
and forgetting how to die
When they come
and levee the hole with her inside .
It's the underground rumble
That I trembled behind
Inside the endless tire circle
in circles of tires.
It was fifty cents for a click of a pen
Now here I am
Waiting for her to use her wind
To bring the levees
Down to the last ***** of chisel

All through these times
We see all these crimes
In Arizona, there's a law passed
if you're brown, you'll be sassed
Watch yourself and your papers
no matter how hard your labor
or, Staying free, here, will be short

Race was blown away, years ago
or so i thought; it still grows
People are people, except when they're brown
Why make all the people now frown?
Freedom to everyone so they say
This irony is no different then yesterday
When we did the same to the other sort

I wanted in. I knew what they wanted. What I wanted was what they want.

The voices grew loud. Mine stayed low.  I was mentally lost.

I climbed in. The car sped away.  Squealing tires as we went.  

In the grass, was a mark from a rock.  The granite went and crashed in the window.  

Feet first I meant.  But I fell. Going head first, down and in.

Head spinning. I climbed behind a box.  Fearing my fall was heard.

Seemed like ages.  I moved swift.  Found the safe behind "Starry Night".

Cracked the code.  I heard voices. Crack! I grab the stash and run.  

Their voices I heard were not whispers.  The front door I went.

Creaking, open the door.  It was safe to say, I was free.

I found the others. They ran at me.  They had all sorts of arms.  

Down the alley. Found the wood and charged. I climbed up the tall oak tree.

I saw them stop.  They were looking around.  They stopped and muttered about.  

One looked up. I froze in a spot.  He points and they all shoot.  

The tree was hit, Holes were in the trees. I was hit but I had a plan.

The diamond was big and bright. Bleeding heavily, I forced it down.  

I fell far. Down and down I went.  Landing down in front of the men.  

In the bag I looked.  Saw nothing.  Wondered.  We all stopped and walked away.

Few weeks later, I was walking. To the death spot, this is not the first.

I saw crows picking at the corpse.  Then I saw a shimmer.

I hurried over. My eyes had to play tricks on me.  

I looked down and saw.  It was everything everyone wanted.

On my mind lately
The girl dressed in white
She encumbers me greatly
she hides out of site

On my mind lately
Our memories flash
right before my eyes
Mystery gives me this ****

On my mind lately
your beauty never ending
like one of a seducer so unclear
Of what you were intending


On my mind lately
The times shared
and the songs we heard
What made you run scared?

On my mind lately
our understanding
that was so apparent
You're not the one for expanding

The oil it pops,
God it's hot,
This lot, I's my dots.

Scatter plots, disconnected spots
All I get taught,
Is sought and bought.

The dripping mops,
The spinning tops
They talk, and they walk.

The failing crops
grasshopper hop,
The flop will never stop.

Sopping wet socks,
The snow it locks
The doors and panes that lock.

Southward the birds flock,
In the trees that Hawk
Avoid men's cinderblocks

The future sulks,
as time does its stalk
of all upcoming squawks.

I called it depravity when she
scratched all the marks off
the measuring tape, while leaving
the condition of my brain
being in reverse and my heart
without a motor, unnamed.
I thought I could deal with torture
until she caught my words in a
porcelain box far to small.  
It's similar how they put the word of God
in a fabricated leather bound.

Why are you...
Watching, waiting
listening
to what's next
Hurrying, planning
ignoring
all that is life

judging, measuring
cursing
future events
Wanting, lusting
discovering
life's ease

Forgetting, obtaining
creating
easy methods
concerning, jesting
hurting
everything around

seeing
but unknowing
the broken man
hearing
but ignoring
the cry for help

Becoming, uprising
achieving
what you are
seeking, craving
loving
forgot the words

believing, earning
deciding
on the unknown
building, uncovering
Yearning
the old passages

Touching
but not grasping
our ideas
Crying
can't understand
why it's you

Dear Whoever,
She left me in the growing dark,
as she left on me, her mark.
Left me wanting more,
as those train doors slowly closed.

The train was close to desolate.
In my heart, I knew I could not sit.
She said her name was karen.
I told her mine, and said I wont lie.

Something inside me told,
My words did not hold.
I took out some paper,
and wrote her a little note.

The moon was above the leaves,
while I read the note from Steve
His words clung to me
I was into him undoubtedly.

Before I could even reply
the notes became a stead supply
I still wanted him
But something was wrong

Nine papers and countless words
Not replying is beyond absurd
I knew that my voice,
Was just a dying effort.

One week and no reply,
For wisdom, I looked to the sky
Nothing was apparent
except for the blue and clouds

I replied after the ninth letter
Hoping to make everything better,
I wrote it quick
Hope he understands

At this envelope, for so long I stared
Wondering if I was being fair.
I was concerned for Steve as,
I dropped it in the mailbox

Her letter came, at last!
I opened it utterly fast
I knew her words would be kind
An inch down, was the starting line

Another girl I almost had
I stand alone, and feel so bad
The moon was rising;
I was falling from this window ledge

My alphabet has grown
and torn grown and torn and grown
into a celestial vortex of melting letters,
words, phrases, and lame
euphemisms that sputter out
and capture the essence
of America the Blue, America the black
and blue, with band-aids on her
knees and elbows. Her porcelain
body is chipped and her hair is
the wig in the hat she wears.
Her natural fingernails are
now  plastic with worn paint
while her hands are wrinkled
and dry from neglect. Where the
measurements of data are scoffed by
the word of God and stories of
fear, retribution, and revenge travel
with the breeze no matter how  
many think the old winds are gone.
Where engaging is done in the
far reaches of cyberspace and
face to face is day by day.
Where the focus is on old highways
to old solutions instead of how  
the new problems allow us to roam.
Where there's no Neosporin behind
the band-aids only making
them so capable.

Let's jump the sound
skip a couple
staircases and stare at
the eternity void.
It's easy in that
sort of way.
When we watch the
stars from the cold
rooftop, Cambodian skirts,
Indian symboled blankets,
the void is filled for
a brief second of eternity.

I knew I was real when I trembled
Shivers and bumps, there was
Nothing more to see
But you and your red pants.
They came in a best value combo pack.
The bracelet clings to my wrist,
Last legs and countless scenes
There is no box on any special that comes close
The second hand counts whilst we laugh
I'll never be a few sense short
When you're gone and passed.

My heart mentioned going out of business
75 percent off, I'll even barter my soul
You said cry your
eyes on the wind but why not
upon your breath?
Come and get it,
Before I'm left with only peach pits.
You don't have to try so hard to find me
I'll be in the middle of the road
Honk so I know my coupon
isn't expired. You see half the pie,
I see there's more in the fridge.
Two for one,
Not even a genie can beat that.

No thesis declared or carts to push
the shelves remain vacant
like empty boxes in the walk in freezer
The birds flew south at winter
You did as well but came back on the
first sun of May. It's hard to see
you sink through mist especially
when I forget the words
that would make the wind guide you here.
You ought to know buyer beware

The world is full of dead carcass, brown leaves,
fallen trees, dirt grass, crushed dogs and cats and other pets.  

What's littered is always used, never new
cigarette butts, consumed cans and bottles, {wrappers}
and containers of all kinds.  
Everyone’s cars are ****.
Just piles of them throughout these gilded states.

Dead markets, one market.  {Do you have your receipt sir?}  
buildings crumbled down, ones with recycled wood,
ones used for a set in a movie.  

People gather like seagulls in the streets, with dead
skills and dead opportunity.  {No bread -- no dough.}  
The only thing that remains is the sound
of music. God forbid if this turns to
{shrunken} heads too.

Horrid scream and pull of {blood]. Who
Would have that you knew the girl
they showed on the news getting shot.
{They} make sure
you never forget { }
something you should have probably forgotten
{     }

Depression is a freight
train derailing, taking an entire rain forest down
whoever thought sleep could
not last long enough?

Grim language, especially answers
on channels two four six and eight
my corneas want
to come out

Labeling is wrong.
They labeled me wrong.
They say I'm a man,
I'm an indentured person.

I even tried to vanish
into the night so they wouldn't find me
too bad my voice
is too **** loud

There's all these ways to go; left, right, up, down,
and diagonal lanes. Some curve, some swerve
and some are long and
lonesome
Don't panic when you all get lost,  just got to look up  

there's songs that are way too long
but more importantly some just aren't
quite long enough.  
There's a song we can all sing; **** near
perfect rhyme.

There's people that bend over backwards,
others tend to bend over forwards. Some
take their time, others scurry,
Just remember to wag your finger or give a thumbs up

Walk with swagger, head up high, look 'em all in the eye.
Don't be something you're not
when you got nothing else to be. Surprise
them when you're down and you'll
never get counted out.

It's that time when all
the 20th century people die and
when the congressmen and senators
do not pick up the phone while the citizen
barbarians aren't dialing a retreat and looting
every major bank, grocery, purse,
pocket, wallet, and electronic device, shooting
their way through the movie lines
so they don't have to camp out for three days
to get tickets to see how to fight guns with guns,
war with war, and fire with fire.
Stand your ground, your neighbor might be up to
some crime even if they have halos
on their heads during the full moon on Friday the 13th.

The smoke circles up and through the vent,
into the room above
and the people up in the room
don't know what they
are inhaling

It seemed to me that the more smoke in the room,
the more the tension built
against each other
though feelings seem
to be entangled

The smoke ventures through the window and to the
air outside.  To those
walking and standing by,
Once clear and on the right path
seems ***** and torn

The smoke ventures farther and farther down the road,
Drivers and passengers,
just as clear as headlights
turn their cars around to go
nowhere bound

Down the alley and off down toward the main drag,
Business, folks, and slickers,
coil and talk to their palms
for they know what's comings right
around the corner

The corners not to far down the road,
Pulling together will be
the only way out by finding
the way through the
growing smoke.

I went out around quarter till ten.  The fun was starting up. The concerts were starting and the music I felt.  Moving my hips to the upcoming popular song, I saw this girl I'll never forget.  She had roses and lilies in her hair.  How pretty she was, I was afraid to talk.  I tried to mention a few words as she walked by.  How wonderful she moved, and so gracefully like the setting sun.  A few hours pass I'm walking home.  I glance to the right and there she appeared! I crossed the rural road and actually to my surprise spoke.  How great the conversation was.  I felt the connection how the trees feel the wind that blows. Inviting me back to her house. A party was starting. Everything was fine until we arrived at her house. Following her around I did since I didn't know any other person there. To the bathroom I went, came out, and music was now playing.  I saw her, disgustingly with another dancer.  I sat on the couch, thought, and made up my mind to leave.  As I did, another girl approached me, as pretty as the first.  We left together, back to another concert. Late it was, but we were dancing in the moonlight.  Coffee she wanted so I went to find some.  I got two cups and walked back to find her.  Then I saw her, her lips were locked. I dropped both cups.  I went home.  Early in the morning or late at night, I'm not sure which one it was.  I sung Happy Birthday to myself and couldn't sleep.  Both of these girls were on my mind.  How cruelly they acted to me.  Using me, I couldn't understand what I did.  I'll send them a message I thought.  So, I went and grabbed the message from the drawer and back to the concert I walked.  Both of the girls were at the concert with the guys they were lip locked and dancing with.  Not even leaving a note, on the stage I went.  The girls saw me and started to wave.  As they did I pulled out my .45 and to my brain it went.

I'll stand around with a sign
that says, "free the rights"
when America turns to
the United States of America Corporation:
Where the trees, mountains,
and even coral morph into dollar signs.

As supplies last morality is quantified
into algorithms and sold in vacuum sealed
plastic while the president rules
all cellphones must be attached  
to the brain because it's affordable for
taxpayers. Direct connect,  instant
success, calls to any mind, anywhere, even
up on the cloud. mother and the pope are
on line two while  politicians will only
be 5 minutes away with the 100 percent
satisfaction guaranteed customer
service team, on the clock
24 hours and seven days a week,
while the black suites and white hair
earn credit for troubleshooting and calling
everyone unpatriotic because no one wants
to be outsourced to the next course of war.

Meanwhile, being a scientist is
secular progressive and doesn't meet
requirements for the 3 year warranty
but guarantees rush delivery, overnight twenty-four
hour shipping right into hell because
the business of women created from
mens' ribs didn't seem like viable coverage.

There were numerous footprints
           in pudding on the ground leading to
                  my room while I went to answer the telephone
                             that had been ringing.  The phone had a strange stain
on it. it could have been barbeque sauce,
                                                                          Ketchup
                                                                                         or blood.
                                                                              Then the phone turned
                                                            to ash and then the room!
                                      One wrong move
                             and the whole
                      Thing comes
       crumbling down.
We fell for ever,
     Inner-walls slimed and excreting fiery ***** chunks
              while the search for water is abandon
      Landed in a pool of black thick slimy muck,
The snakes comes slither,
              tar oil, burnt charcoal; snakes
     Pearly white eyes and long black tongue
                   There venom is the orange in the bag from liposuction
                            A light! I say, A light! down there!
                                                            sometimes the only way out is deeper through the ****** pus hole
                                          And fight the white head with nothing but your bare hands

Twisting and turning
    Is what she said while my heart
Was carried away by the
    Morning breeze. Escape by
Swirling back to the trees was my reply.
    She didn’t believe me until the
Atmosphere aligned my soul into a diamond.
    Pressures all there is anymore
Whether diamond, crystal, or metamorphosis.
    She wanted to know how but her
Train got lost. I tried to warn her
     When they stopped the L train
And the windows were filled with
     Iodized salt and fat free chips.  I’m the
Beaten path trying to grow grass back,
    The dead branch from the fallen snow
Wondering how I got so low on the ground
    When I remember that the morning breeze is
Coming round soon.

Big eyes, boiled blood
Black suds, multiple flies
Identifies insanity

Black bags, short nails
Grinded teeth, sagged eyes
Is just sanity

With what’s considered
Thoughts are littered
Between these facts,
Insanity and not

Times flies, thoughts rush
Sounds pain the ears
Just mostly here

Others make noises
Many cons, suspicion
Leave now or you’re late

It’s all the same
Can’t see it past
The moment now passed
You see, it’s the same

Hellopoetry, what's with charging?
I can't believe it hardly.
For once I could put my love,
somewhere to express.
It's like I'm standing on an edge
and you decide to shove.

Love is the universe
and the universe is us
Us is two people
two people in one
one is the way
the way of the street
the street thats my love
My love is somewhere hidden
Hidden is what I want to show
Show our love forever
Forever is how I feel
To feel about you
You are out of this world
World is the universe
Universe is love
Love is the one
The one way street

It's the two of you that are meshed while our
hearts clashed in outer space.
Smile upon the stars is what I said
my only dream would be
but yours had to do with
the crater moons and speed of light.

Will the wind blow cold?
Whatever comes our way
on that faithful day

Will I have seen it all
feeling no regrets?
Will my life have to fall?

Will the skys morn in grey?
Frozen earth and forgotten trees
We'll all be in a deep freeze

Will my life be grow fair
Without love that's a morning dove
flying away somewhere?

During the renaissance
will we have a response
Who will be there to taunt?
To rule and to voice
will we be left to rejoice
or is their something else we want?

The bluest sky can't bring back the leaves,
That are red and brown.
They sit collected at the side of the street,
as cars go and speed by.
With never ending destinations and plans,
How can we stop and look,
at things the World gives. So natural and free,
No inventions are required.
The green grass can only grow so thick,
Before blades cut it down.
Why not let it grow and let it be?
In the suburbs and farms,
The wind's heard, rustling the remaining leaves,
along with the smell,
of home during the spring. When the cows,
have the lingering odor.
By this time, the leaves return green,
It'll be long before,
The leaves crumble and turn brown,
and red.  Maybe by this
Time, people will notice them,
collected along the street.

I'm like a dog
                        You could bash me, beat me, and cleat
                 I'll come back for more. There's no sense in arguing.
Just put me back in my cage.

I'm too simple
                         I'll bite the hands that feed me until there's
                 No more room on his arc. I could use a swim anyway.
Don't tell me what I'm getting into.

Think me stupid.
                          Fall for your tricks that bewilder and trips
                 that make me fall but foundation needs to be invincible.
I'll learn to build on a speckle of light.

Please count me out.
                           There's no sense in dying over others beliefs
                   especially since I'm in stuck inside this cloud in hell chatting
with Hades. What's left for me now?

Don't remember.
                            It won't help when I'm on that marble ledge
                    that's where you once stood. Don't count on me when
you're east not west and I'm all you got     left.

You sure ain't got nothing when
you're in love with every lady
you meet while there's leaves between
your toes that are spread around
the street.

The boy wrangles in anger
but mostly just helplessly
until the snow fall crystallizes
the earth and makes all wind
northern blown.

Sisters scratch and hiss over
dresses stitched in 1666 while
hiding in a black lit room, texting
and making sure their attacks only
make others' dooms

I feared the
girl
hanging from the
tree,
with knit knotted
rope.
Hastily I tried,
I
Swear that I
Tried!
Under her I
went
I thought me
Hidden.
Hidden: my attempt
failed.
For the girl
crept
Persistently through my
Head.

She walked from her house
She was wearing a blue blouse
As she crossed over main street
Looked over her shoulder in the sleet
Did she catch a glimpse of my face
I ran to the closest hiding place
Where I could still see her pace
I stayed far away just in case

Three years ago just the other day
Her and I would never part ways
Always under the morning sun
During the evening stars, we weren’t stunned
Everyday we were hand in hand
We loved our feet in the sand
It was on this fateful day, the other day
She told me she didn’t want to stay

I crossed the park with snow on the ground
Noone was around, nothing was at sound
Her curley hair flowing with her hop
Making everyone look and forever stop
Turning left down the alley way
Hurrying, I didn’t want her, twice, to be away
Even through this numbing winter
In my heart, I can still feel the splinter

Three years ago, just the other day,
Her and I would never part ways
We were standing on edge, peering at the lake
My feelings for her were far from fake
So I got down, asked her for her heart
The unforgivable, nervousness, tore me apart
It was on this fateful day, the other day
Where she went and left me down and astray

After all the endless calls and letters
Nothing was better, I tore her homemade sweater
Seeing her on the street, she hides her face
All I want is her to plead her confusing case
She climbs into the red striped car
I called a cab to take me this far
Far in the forest, it was the lake house
I peer through the window, I see another spouse!

Three years ago, just the other day
Her and I would never part ways
We would share hands, skip down the lane
These memories will be forever stained
For two years prior, we shared desire
Now I realize, her words were just to conspire
Never I thought, it would never come, this day
She’d leave me in tears as I lay, away

My brain said no, my heart said go
By this time, I was at the very low
I entered, walking more then slow
I could hear here laughing below
Walking down the wooden steps
As I came close, I took a misstep
This was the first time she saw my eyes
Seeing that us together now, could only die

Three years ago, just the other day
Her and I would never part ways
Down by the place at the lake
I gave her everything I had at stake
She told me her dreams, I gave her my soul
It wasn’t just my times, it’s my love she stole
It was like every other lover’s day
But on this day, I was left to only pay

Everything happened as fast as it came
Two polar extremes can never be the same
The other man, stood tall, like a king
He led me with his left, gave his right a swing
Being scared, I picked up enough courage
My anger was the one to encourage
Ending his life, I saw my trembling lover
She looks so pale, as I put her under the cover

In the dim of light,
She was sitting.
So pretty, so kind.
Can't get her off,
any part of my mind.

Her words were quiet,
and I won't forget,
on this scorching day,
When her mind first,
Came my way.  

Was half past three
When she walked
Into the sunlight.
From then on, she's
never out of sight.

She lives down on Queen
It suits her well, as she,
Invites me over now
Loves a ship with her,
except without a bow

She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist.
when it goes away I got no
doubt her leaves will change when
I'm the only earth she can root
too in the winter time and her
fruit only quenches my
desert thirst for her sudden
reemergence in the spring.

We share the moon
We share the sun
We love one another

We anxiously speak
We anxiously listen
We wait for the call

We learn to change
We learn to remain
We take it all on

We sometimes hate
We sometimes love
Why not forever

We are war
We are peace
always and forever


We often argue
We often agree
We don't mind the tone

Just say your mind
We will have the time
It will all be fine

I wouldn't use you for a cheap trick
Even if you were a random pick
Don't fall for all these traps
It seems like you always fall into
a relapse, and I don't know how to
save you from all this wrath.

I want to sweep you off your feet.
This other guy can take a seat.
No matter how hard he tries-I swear,
I'd treat you kind and wouldn't say
a hurtful word. I hate this bind where
I am stuck by this dreadful fate.

I won't forget the night I saw you.
I thought you'd remember too.
I don't know what it is but I find,
No matter how hard I try-I try,
Whether I stand for you or not
He'll always say those hateful words

The fog lifted from the cold pond water.
Bodies jump and dive, naked in the moonlight.
Thinking of nothing else. Not even the degree
of this cold pond water.  The trees around are
all undefinable to the eye this night. In the universe
they were, as the stars are shining bright.
Laying in solemn wonder, a soul with
nothing but love on his mind. The one he
loves, their heart's away someplace in another
lover's eye.  Jealousy grows while trying to
find how to get her love in his dying eyes.  
More and more bitter his feelings arise. Looking
at the stars for answers to his most
unanswerable question.  Slowly, he grows weary,
and his thoughts are dreary. Entering into another realm
his senses stir.  The lover of his life is sitting
on a blanket, in the grass. Her thoughts racing,
she tries to hide them. She goes to walk and it's
him she sees.  The suns out by this time and the
fog dissipates but dew remains.  Back to the
blanket they go. No word was spoken between
them as, he reaches for her hand.  Embracing
it happily, they lay on the blanket in the grass.  
Keeping each other warm on this cool damp
morning.  Happy times they were, and more
then holding hands occurred.  The only thought
on his mind, how lovely she was. He never
wants to let her go. Both are laying, discretely
sleeping.  When the unexplainable noises of
nature sound.  His eyes grow wide and looking
over to the right were she was, Now Gone.