‪Just below the treetops‬
‪A nest of jet black crows‬
‪Are nestled in the branches ‬
‪As not to be exposed ‬
‪They’re a metaphor for longing ‬
‪For a connection of some kind‬
‪A slight telepathic notion‬
‪Unlocked by the mind‬
‪Once they are connected ‬
‪Over lengths and lengths of time‬
‪The crows decide to migrate ‬
Just by reading telltale signs

You are my harvest of seeds
That blossom and grow
A budding new flower
To reap and to sow
To put with the others
And make a bouquet
Of multiple colors
An entire array
The scent of the tulips
The red of the rose
Can render my feelings
Completely exposed
From your decadent smile
To your petite little frame
You may have a boyfriend
But can I at least get your name?

I’m consumed by endless worry
I’ve concocted all my lies
That I may stand alone in heavy thought
Away from prying eyes
A true nightmare of epic scale
They’re the things I most despise
But I might be the most concerned
When I’ve been measured up and sized

I dance on my flaws
I’ve extinguished my past
I learned to hold on to the things I could grasp
My actions need guidance
I falter, then fade
I’m lost and I’m losing
At this whole big charade
I dance on my flaws
I reverse my course
Gently at first
Before using force
I clamor for answers
All I can find
To increase my knowledge
And fill up my mind
I dance on my flaws
From dusk till dawn
All must be present
To see who’s missing; gone
I’m grateful to see them
Perusing a cause
Bending the rules
Not breaking the laws
I dance on my flaws
I’ve conquered my fears
I’m braver and stronger
Than it is or appears
I look in the window
I knock at the door
I’m changing what matters
To beat the high score
I dance on my flaws
What’s mine is yours
A standing ovation
While left wanting more

I stare at the fading horizon
On the beach with the wind in my hair
On a seemingly endless adventure
Without a doubt or a care
I pursue all that which has been taken
I’m mindful of tragic events
But if I never chase what I’m after
I’ll be living a life with regrets

I recognize that emblem
A spider with a knife
It’s very prominent in circles
Of every walk of life
Not those who have more money
The said “cream of the crop”
The upper echelon of prominence
You know, the people at the top

It’s the creature of the black lagoon
The ware wolf on a bright full moon
Fear is found in scary scenes
Like Dracula and vampire screams
Or Frankenstein with a bolt of light
On a frightening rainy night
Dark gray clouds and lightning skies
Now waiting for the dead to rise
Zombies with a taste for man
Scouring a wasted land
What’s hiding underneath the bed?
The boogie man inside your head?