Boy:
It's beyond soulmate
It's beyond cry out
I pretend even in solitude
Nothing can wash away my doubt

Even from a distance
Your heart looks sad
And pictures are misty
Cause they're by another lad

Girl:
My heart may be sad
But my eyes are always smiling
For you, my dearest
You the one and only

But you left me all alone
And for that i might hate you
But we are the truest of soulmates
Therefore i will always love you

Boy:
Those nights you were alone
Disgraced my pride
I sat there on the ledge
Watching the tide

The water's so peaceful
With all the stars above
I started gazing and searching
For you, my love

My honeydew
You're presence sets the sun
On fire, in flames
But i will never want to run

Girl:
My love, my heart
You have stolen from me
Don't be upset
I can help you see

Even though we're in love
Even though we said forever
We're not meant to be
We will never be together

You make me blush
No matter what you say
But we have to part
And go our separate ways

I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely.  Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green **** hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.

Dearest, please, take these little pieces of me
Bury them in stone and soil so I might finally be
Strong enough for you, strong enough for me
Taking the weight the come with love and all things it may bring

Dearest, please, take these little pieces of me
Mix them well so I might blend within the sea
So I can submerge in a love that roars eternally
And so that a love that always was will forever be

Dearest, please, take these little pieces of me
Throw them to wonder that is the wind, so free
And I will never tarry when I hear you calling
And I will be the chariot that carries you to your dreams

Dearest, please, take these little pieces of me
Instead of in the ashes,  where our home once was standing
For my love will scream louder than the horrors that still ring
Redder than the ****** ax you use to make little pieces if me

And so one day we pass.
Our suffering joy departs at last,
We drool, we mutter,
Our eyelids shutter,
We gasp, we moan,
We kneel alone,
We beg, one final plea-
To whomever, please come for me.
Our fingers slip,
We ease our grip,
Thin lipped and frail,
One sharp inhale,
A heart beat fails,
And we let go.
How bad can it be?
A quick dunk in an icy lake,
A needle *****,
A fiery scorch,
Why fear so much, our lives shaped so,
By this simple passing of a single torch.

I love the sunshine of the morning's day
when things are still and quiet;
when the cars and noise and traffic
don't create a roaring riot.
When the brightness of the hour,
pushes darkness to it's grave;
when to the coffee's flavor,
I am still a slave.
When the pace of life is muted,
when the breeze has not yet stirred;
when all the music is a bird call,
the only song that's heard.
Then I can face the afternoon,
and take whatever comes my way;
for once in motion, life takes place,
as time slips on away.

Conviction, certainty
Knowledge of the world
A clear understanding
Of how it all worked

I had all these things
A long time ago
The moment you'd speak
I'd know the response

No changing my mind
My worldview was set
Thought I was a delight
But I was a little ****