It's hard to believe
at one point in my life
I had almost completely
given-up.

But is that not
life within itself?
Going through
peaks and valleys
while falling in-love
with those
that actually care
to help?

Yes,
It is truly
funny how things
work out.

Because all the
problems
I once had,
are now
all the things
I laugh
about.

Streets have even learned my mantra-
"My heart is heavy, but my will is strong"
I recall the way your eyes made everything
go still
Like wires we climb with autumn,
putting our fingers up to the windowsill
We are scared of love, yes
But love should be scared of us

-c.j.

Mind full of confusion
Color blind delusions
Am I wrong? Am I right?
Is this even worth the fight?

I don't know which way is up
I'm descending into hell
You think you own me but your wrong
You can try, but you will fail

You project self hatred
On anyone you can
Never took responsibility
And you call yourself a man?

You think you're God twisting reality
Manipulating all my memories
Yet you believe that you're the victim
You take what's right and make it wrong

I've caught on to your tricks
I've mastered all your little games
I'm much stronger than you now
You're the only one to blame

I'm coming to take back what's mine
Reclaim my thoughts and my mind
My soul will not be caged
You will never control me

I am not afraid of you anymore
Never again will I live in fear
You are dead to me now
And I hope that's very clear

Only when the skies are dark
And there's no sign of any cloud
Do all the twinkling stars above
Dance happily and proud

Only when the skies are dark enough
Can we then see
The beauty of the endless lights
Within our galaxy

Only when there's darkness
And the heart is filled with sorrow
Do we then seek the light to guide
The paths of our tomorrow .......

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh!  it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.

How many seconds in a minute?
Sixty, and no more in it.

How many minutes in an hour?
Sixty for sun and shower.

How many hours in a day?
Twenty-four for work and play.

How many days in a week?
Seven both to hear and speak.

How many weeks in a month?
Four, as the swift moon runn'th.

How many months in a year?
Twelve the almanack makes clear.

How many years in an age?
One hundred says the sage.

How many ages in time?
No one knows the rhyme.

Roses on a brier,
  Pearls from out the bitter sea,
Such is earth's desire
  However pure it be.

Neither bud nor brier,
  Neither pearl nor brine for me:
Be stilled, my long desire;
  There shall be no more sea.

Be stilled, my passionate heart;
  Old earth shall end, new earth shall be;
Be still, and earn thy part
  Where shall be no more sea.

"Should one of us remember,
  And one of us forget,
I wish I knew what each will do--
  But who can tell as yet?"

"Should one of us remember,
  And one of us forget,
I promise you what I will do--
And I'm content to wait for you,
  And not be sure as yet."