When he was reserved
He got what he deserved
Now all he has are memories
Perfectly preserved
He could pick them out
Of the faces in the crowd
He’d like to tell you more
But what he’d do is not allowed
So he carries on
He goes about his day
In constant contemplation
Of throwing a grenade

The moon is in cahoots
With the sun and stars
Also with Uranus, Jupiter, and Mars
The shimmer in the stream
Is for poetry and dreams
Planets in our galaxy
Share a certain theme
All the stars stand out
Regardless of their shine
I know yours and mine
Will stand the test of time

My pillows are clouds
That I sink into at night
Feathers and cotton
Mixed together just right
Into a slumber
I solemnly slip
And enter a dream land
Of adventures and trips
A graceful transition
When the time comes to wake
On pillows of comfort
For a much needed break

‪Golden faces in the sky ‬
‪The suns bright rays fall through ‬
‪Bouncing off of every cloud‬
‪Making for an extraordinary view‬
‪The sun itself is muted‬
‪Hazy when compared ‬
‪To the moon and stars alike ‬
‪As if the fight were fair‬

She had a tear in her eye
Her lips parched and dry
His hands were red as a ruby
He’d been caught in a lie
Yet, he tried to deny
That he wasn’t in love with another young beauty
Her anger was just
Lost over lust
As if a plot to her own twisted movie
She believed in their trust
It was an absolute must
Now going forward, she’ll have to be more choosy

Under the cover of the tall elm trees
A hallow path is set
To walk through and be guided
Without certain harm or threat
The path is dark and dingy
With echoes haunting sound
Bouncing off the bark facade
Of every tree around

To the right
A future
Of stunts and escapades
To the left
“The known path”
Fair since the time of the crusades
Your choice is not of good or evil
Or what you stand to lose
Neither one is more deserving
But it’s still your choice to choose