The rain may fall hard
But do not close your window.
Open it instead.

When they brought
the tent down,
with a sudden thud,
neatly packed the things
in their haversacks,
hurriedly in silence,
resumed the journey
on their separate ways,
he couldn't let go
of her smile
she gave him
the moment she found
they were in love
with each other.
Only a memory,
an image of what was
in a glowing moment of the past,
became more real
than the reality,
staring now at his face.

Been waiting for so long
Don't let no one anyone take it away
Enjoy the accomplishment from hard work
It may not be much but it's something
Everyone's standards so low decide to aim high
Take pride and credit for efforts made
May not be much but everything at the moment
Feel the truth know right from wrong!
If wrong is done make it right
Follow the believe within
Never give in but try to understand
Different for a reason not like everyone else
Being the same is plain just another face no name
Stay true to the moral code
They way go live up to the standards that feel right

what would you do if the one you loved didn't feel the same way?
if the one you longed for had moved on,
had left you behind to mend on your own.
would you still hold on?
could you still go on?
would you chase him till your feet bled?
or would you turn away without a glance.
is this what love is?
to hold on after they let go.
to die and wither after they leave your side.
is this love?
could you truly love someone so passionately?
or is it all in your head.
is it all a trick done with smoke and mirrors?
done to break you and tear you down.
is it possible?
possible to feel the warmth in your chest.
to feel like he's all you'll ever need.
like he's the one.
the one that protects you each and every night.
that without him you'd die.
is this what love is?
are you truly the one?

We are mules,
Moving matter here and there,
While men in suits and pristine
Combed hair,
Wax shined shoes
And a plastic smile,
Say  "no, not here, there!"
Followed by some monotonous management bile:

"Yeah Ted, great squash game
Your blue sky thinking will pave the way!
Yeah bye..."

"Christ, that guys lame"

The office applauds and cements his fame,
While the mules keep ambling on,
Moving matter that doesn't matter
Until the last days light has shone.

And I wanted to be a cloud,
to be up there in that sky
with closed eyes thinking about you,
in the way you pronounce my name.

Seven deadly sins, they say,
Those vicious voluptuous ways
We shall all share and spend our days
When the devil is at our door.
For I am guilty of six,
Perhaps more.
And if I plead as guilty
Than I wonder what you say?
"Oh none" said ever so sweetly
In the glowing piety of the day.
But what would we mutter
As the shadows come to play?
And light is but a memory
A silhouette in dark decay.

Would we lust for the last
Vestibules of light?
Would our greed lead us toward
Rage and pride?
Would we fight to the end
For that last bastion of light?
Treading over fallen fables,
All to escape the night?

She stepped through the sand
tall sea grass grazed her pale legs
moonlight illuminated her white face
her blue eyes, the color of
a lake frozen over
her hair, black and dead
the sea called to her
it beckoned with rolling thunder
and jagged electricity
her toes reached the water
the ocean reared excitedly
goosebumps rose on every inch of her skin
raindrops bounced off the water
the water, now up to her knees
climbing higher, eager, by the inch
with every step she took
until it engulfed her entire body
cold, deep and black
it forced its way into her lungs
she smiled and the current
rocked her like a humming mother
until she felt herself fade away
until she was gone.
the ocean gently laid the body
on the beach
her dead eyes stared into
the starry night
the gentle smile forever played
on her pale lips