it's 5am
the moon is still awake
the birds sings
and the cold wind blows
over the silence

the rooster crows
and i smell
the sweet fragrance
of grasses
and i don't mind
if it's dark or cold

i have to see you
before you go home
to tell you goodbye

before i'll miss
your lips
your hugs
and your eyes

i hope by 6am
when you go
when we separate
our ways
you'll miss me too

Oh Lord my God, I want to die
And you are the reason why
Die to self, die to sin
Die to the man that lives within

The man that's deep within my soul
Too often takes complete control
Have mercy on this sinful man
Chief of sinners that I am

But you oh Lord
Have sealed my fate
To live is Christ
To die is gain

So that is why I want to die
And Lord you are the reason why
Die to self, die to sin
Die to the man that lives within

My poems today decided
They'd grown tired of my rhyme and verse
All at the same time, purchasing Samsonite
They took a trip across the universe

Stopping by other sites before the flight
Of poems they converse with day to day
Who'd also tired of their poets pen
And in them had grown dismayed

Then it was off to a cafe along the Milky Way
For dinner and a show
Afterwards took in some late night Saturn dancing
With a few sonnet's that they know

Spent a day catching rays on Mercury
Skied the Alps of Neptune
Drove bumper cars on the planet Mars
Relieving dreams of youth

Later a stroll along Jupiter's shore
Skipping rocks off it's many moons
Thinking they would have left years ago
If they had known there was so much to do

Out of all their seasoned travels
They have yet but one regret
And that being, they might be missed
Because they're never coming back

There once was a little princess who loved a little knight
She thought him strong and handsome; a dashingly good sight
He did his best to love her and she thought it so sincere
Her gentleness coaxed him open, revealing a great fear
He was the victim of a witch; so wicked and so cruel
He never shared his struggle though, else he be labeled “fool”
True it was he subjected himself to her twisted delight
Nothing but a sad weak man; he rarely put up much a fight
The princess had wondered about his strange departs
“Where would he go and what is this, a distance in our hearts?”
He was to scared; as always was the case of the poor man
He thought he could defeat the witch, a pathetic little plan
“Or maybe” he started off as he would sit and ponder
“In to the forest I will go but only for a wander!
“For I can parade nearby her place and still avoid her spell!”
It never worked, it never would, he suffered just as well
The princess knew of the witch with which the poor knight struggled on
But she had not the faintest clue of the duration how tragically far gone
She sat and wept, and he wept too, he was not fond of his sin
For it was torment, wretched pain, and still he let it in

The wind's a haunting whisper
On this foul cold day
Oh! the visions of her
****** by the way

Twisting, writhing bodies
All in rhythm to the beat
Their bodies keeping perfect time
To the movement of their feet

A hot and humid dance floor
All in the bands control
Except one wayward dancer
Dancing like a newborn foal

I loved her when I saw her
Arms akimbo, who knows where
Dancing to a different drummer
Face obscured by flying hair

She had the rythym of a metronome
That was broken, out of beat
And in my mind I could just picture
Barney Rubbles flying feet

She didn't care what they were playing
She surely couldn't keep in time
While they were playing four beats
She was hearing at least nine

She didn't care if people watched her
She danced alone and had her fun
sometimes she just kept dancing
long after the song was sung

I don't know what she was hearing
What song was playing in her mind
She was light upon her feet
but she was heavy upon mine

She danced with full emotion
She let the music draw her in
She danced where ever it would take her
She couldn't dance...is that a sin?

I loved her sense of freedom
She couldn't dance and didn't care
I'm just as bad as she is
And now we're a timeless dancing pair.