Moon
Moon
Moon!
You’re so creative
Show that sun how to change!
Such range
Give us Gibbous
Then present the Crescent
Earth’s natural satellite
Broadcasting abroad
Casting Lunacy
Across the skies, broad
Tied
To the gravitational pull
But never falls
Please release
That ever so decadent
Blue Moon Cheese
My father
Used to read
Me to sleep
Up crept
The man on the moon
As I slept
Watching o’er me
Rising
Sometimes surprising the sun
Piercing the daylight
With a bright orange hue
Who are you
I wonder
Never cared
For the ego
Of the stars
Shooting
For my attention
Apollo
Followed you
Like a dream
And quite possibly
Ended the war

Your iron core is
Rock solid
Was knocked off
The face of the earth
You’re a third its size
I wish my soul
Left with you
After the asteroid
Set you free
One day
Rather night
We’ll see
If steroid strength
Can find
The energy
To make
This giant leap
For mankind

Can you spare change?

Is it that hard to change from the source of my pain
To the source of my happiness
And a source of trust to gain?

Can you spare change of mind?
And reverse your plans of leaving me behind,
Leading me in the shadows of hope when I’m blind?

Can you spare change of your priorities?
And move me up the ladder
From the ground insignificance
To something that really matters?

Can you spare change of heart?
And go back to that point in time
When my heart was all yours
And yours was all mine?

Can you spare change of attitude?
And at least give gratitude
To me for being forgiving and never staying mad at you?

I gave you all my change and I have no more.
Everything that was mine is now all yours!
Just a small exchange is all I’m asking for.
Can you spare change?

Patience is a virtue,
Anxiousness’ll hurt you.
Take your time, know your lines,
So when the curtains open,
You won’t be looking for a sign,
To show the production that has been conducted
Is moving fine.
When the curtains close,
You will know that in your mind,
You played your role, made your goal,
And had a perfect score,
Waiting on the encore, the crowds thirst for more.
As bouquets of roses are thrown upon the stage,
Mesmerized how you memorized the script
And every page.
Their adornment for your performance
Makes you amazed.
Deep down their scorning and abhorring
They’re so enraged,
The love displayed was only acting on a stage.

When watching the Play of Love at its prime,
Love plays with your mind,
And the jealous critics will hate the Play (Love)
You worked so hard to create.

A quote for Ms. Interpretation –
“If you move too early, it’ll be too late.”

Apparently a contradiction, but if you look much closer,
Up there and see the point is hidden, and not in your face.
You’ll see it’s supposed to be a paradox,
The message you’ve misplaced,
But supposedly there is not,
You say the quote’s a mistake.
The quote is often just mis-taked,
If you want to know what I would see,
If I focused on the picture violently,
Yours and mine would be, similar, our misinterpretation.
But if I were to take my time I’d see, its only irony,
In the message delivered to Ms. Interpretation.
What appears contrary to the diction
Is with what happens
And what’s expected,
And by challenging the message
Is the only way it gets respected.

For example:

Let’s say, you’re quick to groom the man,
Who you think will be the groom,
But you moved to soon,
Now he’s scared to jump the broom.
And by the time you know this,
That your love was just novice,
Will be the time that you noticed
That the quote was not a fake.
And the wedding never happens
And it’s way too late
To go back before it happened.
So take your time and read the message
And the sense it makes

"If you move too early, it'll be too late.”

Love is a tough safe to crack,
But if you come prepared, with your instructions packed,
Brought the right equipment and your mind is intact,
You can open it with ease,
And receive the treasure that’s trapped.
Still there are people, too eager for waiting,
Anxiously cracking the safe
With the hammer of impatience.
But what you’ll end up breaking
Is not only the safe
Destroying all the treasures enclosed,
But also your back,
From swinging the hammer too far back.
Now in the back of your mind,
You’re ****** because you shattered your spine.
You can only sit, thinking of the bliss
You could have had if you just took your time.
Paralyzed from the neck down, and you can believe it,
Jeopardized your love life just from swinging
That **** hammer of impatience
Which made you Love’s paraplegic.

Joseph Childress

Can a rose survive winter?
You may know of the rose
Which arose from impossible grounds,
Defying the laws which told the rose it could not grow.
Although this beautiful flower came into existence,
Regardless of the environment that tried to prevent it,
It still has many tribulations that it must overcome,
The cold winter is near and won’t succumb for anyone.

The temperature drops, the sun hides away,
The dew which used to be so satisfying now turns to frost,
Slowly suffocating the flower, all hope is lost.
The first snowflake drops, the plants fade away,
The fresh smell of pine trees now takes its place,
Quickly covering the smells the rose thought would stay.

The rose petals begin to crumble, texture begins to toughen,
The hue turns brown, the rose amounts to nothing.
The head of the rose now faces the ground,
That godforsaken ground that no other rose could be found.

It’s so unfair to watch something so miraculous
Be forced to despair,
It kind of makes the mind to ponder
If a miracle was ever there.

The months go by, winter comes to an end.
The snow melts in days, as spring begins.
Beautiful plants begin to grow
And in the exact spot where the tragedy came to be,
There is sign of another rose
So similar to the one we used to know.

It’s so amazing
To watch a rose come alive,
It kind of makes you wonder
If the rose ever died.

Watch the hands on the clock,
Or the hands on the wrist watch,
As it tick tocks,
And see if it stops…
Probably not,
Probably never,
So would it be probable to assume time is forever?
How clever,
What if the hands on the clock have been severed?
Or the clock drops and it breaks instead.

Or the hands on the wrist watch stop
Because the batteries are dead.
Did you beat time?
No, the batteries can be replaced,
And hands put back in place.
And set back to the point in time,
When the hands pointed at time.
Time has beaten you,
Because when you die,
You can’t be revived,
And even time can’t return to when you were alive.
You believe that the world revolves around your life,
The hands of time revolve around mine.
Because they speak of your time of death,
But never speak of the death of time.