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TigerEyes Oct 2013
She was a day dreamer with a one way ticket out
drifting on rainbow clouds passing little towns
all she wanted was a one a way ticket out
drifting across Paris,
on an Oyster yacht
she just wanted a shot...
a good life
instead of strife...
Oh, man this baby wanted out
so bad it made her wanna shout
so she imagined a life somewhere else
anywhere that would take her somewhere
another place, another land
where she imagined her life would be grand...
she just couldn't live
in the place she found herself at...
she wanted to live.
most of all she just wanted to give.
This is a work in progress. : )


© 2013
This is a work in progress. ; )
TigerEyes Jan 2015
These enemies that I see are really just all the dark parts of me
darkness, darkness, let me be--
when you gonna realize it's the light I wanna see--
I am gonna **** all my enemies in my sleep
I am gonna drink down their restless souls I've reaped
drink them down drink them down
I'll drink them down into the ground
dry them out dry them out
light the match light the match
light the match and I'll burn you up

(Chorus)
Your blood red darkness drifts up into the sky
with your lies with your lies
with every lie you've ever told me
in my dreams in my dreams
darkness, darkness let me be
when you gonna realize it's the light I wanna see

Yeah, the enemies I see are just all the dark parts of me
so darkness, darkness let me be
I won't let you capture me I won't let you hold me down
I will burn you into the ground
Yeah, I won't let you come around
I am heading toward the light/ yeah I am taking flight
cause I'm tired of your secrets I'm tired of your lies
Yeah, this where we part the our ties
these enemies of mine have made me hide

Yeah, yeah, I am going to set myself free
It's time that you see that you cannot own me--
I am going to save my life
I am going to set myself free--
you can no longer own a part of me---
I am delivering this message in blood red
I chant, I chant, I dance, I dance
Until I put myself in a trance
until I know you're all good n' dead
When you read this message in blood red
you'll be evaporating in my dreams
Yeah, you'll be dead
These enemies that I see
are really just all the dark parts inside of me
I'll be left with something shiny, and new
bright, bright shining white
darkness, darkness, I'm done with you.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove Jan. 22nd, 2015
TigerEyes Dec 2014
You whispered her name then she rose from the lake
you named her desire when you saw what she'd take
an inferno of fire consuming black holes
atoms/particles/were tossed, and thrown --
she formed every thought she'd ever known
expanding inside a tiny black hole
she exploded rainbows /forming galaxy's in streams
and she expanded the universe just like a dream
when you were lonesome /you called out her name
you wanted, and wanted -- but she never came
forgetting desire is never tame/she's like fire
she only wants one thing
to burn brighter/and brighter/higher and higher
she responds to light from the heavens above
her name is desire
she wants, and wants -- she seeks love.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove Dec 17th, 2014
TigerEyes Oct 2015
Diana’s been running through dark forests from a man
n’ for years he’s been hunting her
hunting her like a lion because he can
Yeah, he told her I can’t help it
I’m a man, man- man
Diana, he’d say
You —
No, you just don’t understand
this is just the way I am
he’d say he was really sorry/n’ then he’d buy her cards n’ flowers
a week or month would go on by
Diana, never knew when or, why
he would hurt her until she cried
Yeah — he was Dr. Jekyl/he was Dr. Hyde
Yeah — n’ Diana never knew when or, why

Until, it happened, again
n’ again
Diana, he’d say
You —
No, you just don’t understand
this is just the way I am
I’m a man, man, man-
n’ for way too long he tried to buy her silence from his hands
Until one day Diana made a plan
n’ she went n' left that nasty man

Diana’s still hunted to this day
n’ she’s always moving
Yeah, she never stays
he’ll never find her
No, cause she’s gone away
Yeah, she's gone, gone, faraway --
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 8th, 2015
TigerEyes Mar 2017
Slip inside my mind
But be careful of what you find
Of all the madness inside of me
I'll kiss a camera into your eyes
You won't know the truth from lies
I'll whisper voices inside your head
From the graves of ghosts long since dead
Then I'll turn the dial again
Attach a virus, and hit send
Now I'm crawling inside your skin
Infecting you with all my sins
From years, and years of centuries past
You will know my name at last
Your soul is mine to keep
and, you'll worship me while you sleep
I've kissed a camera into your eyes
I'm the snake that whispers lies
I'll make you bleed until you die
Ah, watch the sky as you spin
Jam the needle once again
Colors pointing to a door
Echo voices you've heard before
Lower, lower they let you down...
Until you smell the roses above the ground.
TigerEyes Jul 2014
I set the table for seven
for dinner at eight
telling all my demons n' an angel
"please don't be late"
dress was casual but I said let's have some fun
let's see who can out do the other one
So there's a knock on my door at seven thirty...
it's my first demon guest n' he looks nasty n' *****
I have to hose the dude off before shaking his hand
He introduces himself as he swaggers on in
"Nice joint ya got my name is, Pan"
The other demons finally showed up...
There was Guilt
n' Shame
Anger of course
Grief came along
Sadness too shuffling on by
(looking Oh/so high)
singing a sad song
about how he didn't belong
I cut them off n' said before we begin...
you've been guilt festing me
"like I have sinned"
I'd like to announce you're all going to hell
when my angel here rings this bell
Sorry I must send you away tonight
n' where you're heading
there ain't much light
you've all been a big pain in my a**
cheers to you
(as I held up my glass)
I bid you goodnight for the rest of my life
You've served not one purpose..
just a whole lot of strife.
© 2014
TigerEyes Jan 2015
There are seven doors floating just above in front of me
It's a dream I have night after night
I rush into stars/I rush into flight/I rush into this dream--
night after night
like chapters unfolding in a book
sometimes I'm afraid
to even look
at what mystery, magic, or darkened road
may be waiting behind each un-opened door
I wish I knew before I opened
one through seven
Cause'...you know
I'm not quite ready for hell, or heaven
I don't want to see what's on the other side
but I know that I cannot hide
from twilight, midnight, sunlight, on a given day
mystery unfolds/come what may
behind a door
dragons, demons, darkness
light
there's a spell that's cast
each night
1, 2, 3, 4, are the numbers on the doors
5, 6, 7, 8
I open the door
then through the gate
suddenly I see the number 8,
wondering what to anticipate.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove Jan. 28th, 2015
TigerEyes Jul 2013
I had a dream I was dreaming..
implying strong aspirations of optimism
indicating my wishful thinking
that I was a small child
blonde, and fair without a care
fluent in French
along with emotional intelligence
ahead of my time
in feminine wile
I was acting out a play
animated in every way
drawing a crowd
all the grown ups watched
smiling at me
imagining a bright future
at least that's what I dreamed...
they could all see...
then I turned into a Chimpanzee
swinging from tree to tree.
© 2013

*Based on a dream I had last night.
TigerEyes Apr 2015
I am drifting
drifting
I have no home
I am like a weightless
rolling stone
out on the water/out on my own
drifting/drifting
I am all alone
no attachments
to any love
only blue sky
and, white clouds
up above
I am water
I am air
drifting
drifting
everywhere
I do not want
I do not know
I am like a weightless
rolling stone
drifting
drifting
that is all I know
I am now
I am then
I keep
drifting/drifting
again,
again --
a million stars
a million breathes
without a memory of any *deaths
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove April 14th, 2015
TigerEyes Jun 2013
I held the elevator door open for an elderly couple today
In their mid 80's I would say...
so very cute in so many ways.
The man was wearing a red checker hat...
and she wore blue eyes like a beautiful cat...
I wondered what secrets they could tell me
that kept them going so happily.
He steadied her gently with his right arm
protecting her safely from falling, or harm...
guiding her thoughtfully
through the door
he limped along..his leg looked sore.
I stood alone inside my thoughts...
pondering their love
that can't be bought.
(Ding)
Went the door
I watched them float by
a moment
that made me
let out a sigh...
as he wrapped her sweater around her soft shoulders
to protect from getting any colder
and the two glided down
a cobblestone path
each one careful
not to miss
a step...
and all the secrets they've ever kept
for their kind of love
throughout the years
and all the tears...
they've ever wept.
© 2013
TigerEyes Jun 2014
Eye of Horus
I face the north
Hale the angels
I raise the torch
A pinch of salt...
  A silver moon
Dragon's blood ..
I sing a tune..
I dance for him,
in the room...
I love the sin...
where I start
he begins
stretching arms
wanting more,
  ecstatic charms.
© 2014
TigerEyes Mar 2015
These two men from opposite sides were sworn enemy's
when they met eyes
One was filled with regret for the loss that he had left
with tears like rain as he sat, and wept.
The other man looked him in the face telling him he's a complete disgrace, "Sorry won't bring them back from the dead. I wish it could be you instead!"
Both in the room for the same disease that brought these two men to their knees...
Neither one will let go.
Forgiveness is a word they'll never know.
TigerEyes Jul 2014
I will remain calm no matter what you say
You cannot take my breathe away
on any given day
You cannot take my spirit, or the way I love to laugh...
you cannot take my favorite color from me
or the way I love to see
the beautiful people in this world
that form the holiness of my humanity.
TigerEyes Jan 2014
If I could...
I would wipe away every tear
for every year
you've felt some pain
in the pouring rain
honey, honey---
from your sweet face
(I'd hit erase)
for your souls
sweet sake...
my heart just aches...
I'd replace it with...
a white candle stick
(or take your pick)
I'd shine it back...
remove the lack...
instead...honey, honey...
give you
bright blue sky's
instead of lies
you've told yourself---
you've hid yourself....
from me...
It would be...
like an olive tree---
with brand new leaves
a life unseen...
hidden
waiting
during consternation
a feeling lately...
that keeps me waiting
impatiently blue---
hoping in the end...
honey, honey --
I'm with you....
a love so true.
© 2014
TigerEyes Sep 2014
Tumbling out of bed after a long night out
(my head hurts)
after hanging out with friends at Beach *** Burts...
I put on my office face that morning like a pair of worn out shoes
I'm sad that day/I've got the blues
I let out a sigh
somehow managing to survive the 405
In my car I down my Starbucks
spilling it down my dress shirt
I'm mumbling to myself "***"...
I put a blazer on to cover it up
My boss cheerfully says "Good Morning"
inside my head all I hear is...
(Oh, please ...Shut the f-up!)
Wandering to my cubby I find my spot
pushing papers around all day
it's 5 o'clock n' my brain is shot...
(I should work out tonight)
Instead I find myself numbing up again
because the rat race seems like it will never end
(I need to write that book - I need to write that script)
I need a vacation...
I wanna check out - I wanna get ripped
All of this responsibility feels like such a burden
(I feel like Tyler Durden)
I've got car payments now/and rent to pay
(Do I have a choice...
Do I have a say?)
~Paradise has a price~
to live in the Golden State...
(I'm surviving)
I have to put food on my plate.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Sep 2014
Fair weathered friends steal your soul, they choke your life
they **** you fast/they take your breath
The good news is ...
it's a quick death.
They're only there when your life is up...
You've made a name/You've climbed the chain
perhaps you've even gained a little fame...
When your life goes down...
they turn around/without a sound...
until...
you get that call
When you've had a spill/Yeah you've had a fall...
It's the voicemail that says it all
He hesitates before the loss...
before he decides to tell you,
"Go -*F off"
I have to spend more time with my wife
n' you know/ I was just play'n
You were never going to be a part of my life
(it cuts/it hurts/as he twists the knife)
You see my friend..
this has to end n' btw, you're now blocked...
I had to reassure my wife
that your calls have stopped.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
There are sharks swimming around in this world
bottom dwellers who feed off the floor...
sometimes finding a way though your door
Hating their life as much as they do...
they throw their own **** right upon you ...
don't let them in/don't let them 'round...
their whole goal is to tear you down...
fly like a bird
above their murky sea...
keep your thoughts positive, and in the light...
because they can't touch you ...
while you're in flight.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
In my dreams I'm trying to remember who's chasing me
I remember now it's Miss TNT holding a grenade
She's about to blow
n'  I don't know
when..
I'm kicking my feet ...
My Nikes are moving so fast down the street
I glance back over my shoulders briefly n' then face the street again
n' the street has turned into a track field in front of me
I can hear Miss TNT's cleats pounding n' I turn and, then I see
A monster with big scary claws
n' her teeth are sharp and, pointing out of her scary jaw
and, she's out for blood because I've ****** her off in the past
n' the hatred in her eyes feels like it's going to last n' last...
I'm wishing that she'd just get a life n' leave me alone...
I yell out, "******* ***** go chew on a bone!"
Her scary jaw opens up n' there's blood in her mouth
I realize now it's all gone South
cause she's crunching down on me now with glee in her eyes
so happy that she's eaten the person that she so despised.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
Papers are scattered on your kitchen floor
of the life you had/that you once knew/the one you had before
you're sad/Yeah, you're crying
Yeah, you feel blue..
you're saying oh no/no/no/ this can't be true
but it's happening/ it's real/it's all true --
about a marriage/ about the husband/ that you once knew---
n' you've had the **** kicked out of you
but you're fighter/you're a scrapper/n' you won't give up
on the hope that this lie of a marriage/that he's just dumped
you dream of of a future life----
Where perhaps someone loves you
and it's for life-----
and, they don't give you up...
for this years model
or, for /whatever it is --
for their moment of bliss...
you have to the meet a judge that you don't know
you can't afford a lawyer and he knows that...
but just try to explain away his accusations he's placed in black
to call you the villain/and it's not you
you know his lies are not true...
the betrayal began long ago...
when he cut you down with words like knives
that he would throw at you while he smiled
Papers are scattered on your kitchen floor
about the love that is no more.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove 2014
TigerEyes Sep 2014
There are ****'s at my door again
Yeah, yeah, yeah--
She-she-she-bop Shalom...
I wish they'd leave me alone
So what would Jesus bomb...
forcing all of us to get along?
Would he eradicate the hatred in my neighbors face?
Screaming at me with so much hatred I wanted mace...
Would he bomb the self-righteous
the ones with black and white checkered brains
to release those they're holding down in chains?
Yeah, yeah, yeah--
She-she-she-bop Shalom...
I think you need to move to Rome...
so you can all just leave me the f* alone
Or, I need to move to Malibu
where I never have to see you...
Yeah, there are ****'s at my door again
with clubs, and guns to take down the green eyed girl
she's too happy/ they must crush her world...
Lord Jesus, won't you please drop a bomb on them...
so I never have to hear from them again?
These angry men with hatred in their eyes..
telling gossip/telling lies
Yeah, yeah, yeah--
She-she-she-bop, Sholom
please go away...
just leave the green eyed girl alone.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
He stole something from her bed
and, it began messing with her head...
A Greek man came into her home
late at night when she was all alone
A naive girl who had wanted to learn a bit
about the culture of this ******
she regretted ever
meeting him
nearly scrubbing off
her entire skin
and, while her tears ..
like water rained on down
her sobs fell deafly to the ground...
for what seemed like hours, and hours...
while she stood weeping
in her shower.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
The haunting of a story
always starts out like this..
you have a dream in the night
and, it wakes your *** on up...
you lay in bed n' toss n' turn
until you finally say..*&^%
I'll just get the hell on up
n' make a huge *** of my lovely ****'n...Starbucks
You pad on out
on cold tile floor
freezing your *ss off
n' you swear the characters are all alive...
n' you can still hear them chatting back n' forth
You watch the Apple pop on up
on your wonderful computer screen...

when suddenly you can't remember
the fade in:
of your freak'n dream
instead the haunting of a story
is now just ******* with your head....
and, now your wishing just like hell
you had stayed in your **** bed.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
The haunting of a story
it always starts like this...
You wake up from a dream
in the middle of the night
the images are so **** clear
along with dialogue you hear...
You swear these ******* characters
are laying in your bed...
instead of ******* up
your brain inside your head...
Finally you just get on up...
saying, "sheeeit, man" ..
I'm just gonna make myself some Starbucks
The Apple pops up on your Mac...
then the haunting of the story you had...
suddenly fades to black.
TigerEyes Sep 2014
The eyes behind the camera reveal truth hidden in the shadows
in foreign countries like ****** Alley.
A story to be told--
through the camera that I hold...
men,  women, and children running for freedom...
how their fate was sealed..
because the truth is revealed ...
about how they heard the shots
the bullets coming/they heard the sound
their arms spread out like eagles/as they hit the silent ground
one bullet to the heart was their taker
that made them meet their maker...
Flesh n' blood like you n' me
(the shutter release is clicking away/whirring away)
capturing the stillness of these souls on this rainy Winter day...
Why does freedom
have to look this way?
With open mouths n' open eyes
they've been cheated from their lives.
n' the eyes behind the camera choke back tears...
in ****** Alley...
that a bullet took them away like a souvenir.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Dec 2015
His Eyes
like knives
are hunting you
a creepy stare
******* you
you’re just waiting
for a train
his eyes like knives
still remain
on your *******
down to your thighs
circling back
up toward your eyes
in his mind
he’s pinned you down
you recognize
his hunting ground
you slink away
into the crowd
like a cat you raise your back
extend your claws you turn,
attack...
a Jaguar cat you escape
this unknown man's
hunting ground
you are on your mountain now...
and, you're now safe, and sound.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 11th, 2015
TigerEyes Feb 2014
After you left me alone
my heart was as cold as stone
like some kind of bereft widow
feeling damaged, and feeling ruined..
l used to cry night after night
into my pillow
slowly I began to gaze up at the sky
I noticed the sun...
I admired the light
my spirit was revived
Yeah, my life had just begun.
Now you're just a faded memory
like the coffee stained photograph
that I came across today
I had locked them up
tucked them away..
so you could be a faded memory
distancing you from me
rebuilding myself
with a newfound reverie
to forget the past, and your misery..
like when I made you go away
on a mid-December day
there's still a black spot
by the door...in the hall
where I through your shoe
n' missed your head
hitting the wall instead..
I said...
"We're done...we're through..
I'm so fed up with you!"
Until I found this coffee stained photo
I'd almost forgotten
all the different shades of you
when you left me wearing...
nothing but black n' blue.
© 2014
TigerEyes Dec 2014
She wants to fade to black/yeah, her life has finally jumped the tracks
and there's no way to turn it back she can barely breathe/ yeah, she can barely see any kind of future/ let alone with me
I'm on the road with the band n' I can feel her slipping through my hands
I can see she's in so much pain with the hours that remain/Oh, but she's so beautiful when she smiles/her laughter echo's like a child

She wants to fade to black/yeah, her life has finally jumped the tracks and there's no way to turn it back she can barely breathe/yeah, she can barely see any kind of future/let alone with me

That's when she looks up at me and says,
It might just be my time for that train to swing on by. I might take that last ride to find myself on the other side. There's no way to explain all the pain that remains /ripping up my insides/let me go to the other side/Baby, can't you see/it's like blood you can't see dripping slowly out of me

I sing to her awhile/until she laughs/until she smiles/I'm her music man with angel wings/I won't let her fade to black/I won't let her jump the track.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jun 2013
Finding my way back home
was feel'n all alone
(Sing it with me)
Yeah, you know how it is...
Everyone's in my biz
I just wanna learn to live
(Sing it with me)
Yeah, you know how it is...
Built up a wall so tall
I went n' took a fall
(Sing it with me)
Yeah, you know how it is...
I'm finding my way back home
realizing I'm not alone
stopped look'n at the lack
got friends that watch my back....
decided I can shine
I won't be left behind
there's no limit
to the love
I can exhibit
kindness, love, and joy....
these are the feelings
I now explore.
TigerEyes Nov 2014
Find your own way
don't ever let anyone tell you
you're too young
or,  too old
Because I know how strong you are...
I know you're bold
Cause you're my daughter shining bright
you don't have to be told
what to say or do...
you already know inside what is true...
so please don't doubt what you hear...
inside
I know you're not one to run away n' hide...
but she's picking out all your clothes now
pearls n' sweaters in pale pinks n' blues
she's turning you ...
into her
I remember when I was young
it's the way things were...
She did this to me
I hope that you can see
      someday
how I was forced to conform
to be...
I suppose she's making you
the daughter she never had in me...
classical music..
cashmere...
my advice to you my beautiful daughter...
always remember to look in the mirror
Stay you...
my beautiful daughter
Stay true.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Dec 2013
Fly away sweet butterfly
you don't have to give yourself away
to anyone on this day
don't you know
you shine like the sun
even though you feel undone
wrecked by passion
wrecked by love
follow that sweet shining dove
it's just ahead
up in the sky
just keep soaring
way up high
fly away sweet butterfly
be safe and free
keep your good nature
tenderly.
© 2013
TigerEyes Sep 2013
Let's fly away home to the place where dreams create
floating white clouds that dissipate
in a mystical land called me and you...
where we've invented flying machines
that move so fast they can't ever be seen
we dance back in time
right into a joyous
New York 40's chorus line
fast forward we invent
a world filled with love, and content
because the sun shines bright
there's never a grey cloud in sight
and the sky is always blue...
in the mystical land called me and you
where "once upon..." is always true.
© 2013
I think I'd like to expand this into a song. So far this is all I'm coming up with ...for now. Waiting... for the muse to strike again.
TigerEyes Nov 2014
I’ve got myself a dreamer
he wants to take me far away---
from here---
the midnight heat on shabby streets
the Sunset strip/the guys I meet
He wants to take me far away /from here---
He says/My Dear--
Let’s fly away from here ---
today----
I wasn’t always this way
that’s what I always say--
today--
my dreams of fame, and, fortune
flown --- away--
life on the streets
it has no pulse/there is no heart
it has no beat
It's worn me down n' I've been so cold
while on my feet
yeah, while on the street
If you stare into my eyes,  
you might see a reflection of all the darkness/all the lies
I've been told--
since I was just a young girl
of just nine years old--

you might see tears welling up in my blue eyes
you might see a person living in disgrace...
I've been alone...
n' I'm too young to have a face like stone
Darkness has settled in..
blood mixed with wine...
casting shadows/casting sins

I’ve been on my own
since I was nine
and I had to learn to make a dime
Because I learned early on---
that life was not always  
warm or,  kind--


(hook)
Now I’ve got myself a dreamer
he wants to take me far away---
from here---
the midnight heat on shabby streets
the Sunset strip/the guys I meet
He wants to take me far away/from here---
He says/My Dear---
Let’s fly away from here ---
today--
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Mar 2015
For all the dreamers who always knew
their whispered dreams can come true
to keep creating from thin air
even when facing complete despair
you toil through long hard days, and nights
never really giving up the need, or fight
for all the joy, and good that's light

You're touching lives inside your whispered dreams
listening for each word like a conscious stream
you wake to write what you've dreamed at night
grasping each shape to form it right
these whispered dreams they keep happening
like a familiar song you must sing.
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TigerEyes Apr 2015
For all the kisses in April
may the Gods, and I -- gather them up
placing them gently 
into a bed of sweet lilac
and, red roses
where I shall give them to you
all year round.
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TigerEyes Dec 2015
For all the orphans who ever wished
on birthdays, and holidays
they’d be the one that is picked
Instead of left alone in silence
with their doll at six.

The truth is I have no Father
I have
No Mother
I have no sisters, or any brothers…

I have no family just my doll
I don’t think she,
or, God can hear my prayers at all.

I need a Mother someone to watch over me
a Mother -- to comfort me, and to keep me from any harm
I want to be cradled, and held
and, to cry in my Mothers arms
I need a Mother to love me through all my storms
to tell me that there will be sunshine up ahead soon
heading toward my rocky shores
I need a Mother to give me guidance like a light
to give me hope, and love during all my darkest nights.

For all the orphans who live in this world today
who have just a doll to listen to what they have to say...
You're not alone because I am just like you
My heart is always with you -  forever, and a day.
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TigerEyes Jan 2016
This bravery and courage that you forge on today
for the uncertainty you feel as it all passes away
a future unknown for your wishes un-sewn
as you pray for a magician, or miracle to steady your sway
while you weep for the regrets of your yesterdays
be brave and courageous for that’s what it’s about
because when you get older, and wiser these things that you shout
curses, and daggers you kick in the sand
for the souls that have harmed you
with blood on their hands
See nobody tells you these things when you’re young…
when you’re too old for dancing
or, having some fun
you’ll wish, and you’ll dream
that you danced in the sun.
TigerEyes Oct 2014
How can I express how grateful I am for you
in the white December snow you came to me
You/my daughter/my angel/my sweet angel girl
Did you know I used to dress you up?
and, give you a cute little curl
Your intelligence is beyond those of scholars...
not because of me
it was who you were meant to
always be.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jul 2014
Daddy: I did not know you well/except for the suits you wore
they were always well tailored in the color blue
would it be okay if I told you how much I miss you...?
You always smelled of Black Jack gum
I remember running up to you
when you came home sometimes you smelled of ***...
n' I was barely four
but I remember uttering the words, "gum-gum"
Daddy, I loved you so much...
why did you have to leave/why did we lose touch?
I loved the letters you used to send
when I left for college
I thought my life would end...
but you wrote humorous lines
about long dog your wiener schnitzel pet...
you always made up stories about some guy named "Chet"
I'm so sorry I didn't get to say goodbye--
I wished and wished...
the day I found out you had died...
it was a bad joke/a terrible lie...
I love you Daddy...if you can hear me up there
I hope Tigger n' Lion's are fly'n everywhere
just like the stories you told me every night...
before you tucked me in bed with my baby bear...
n' you brushed my hair...
you always said, "Papa loves you...
Tiger, you sleep tight...
now you just  go...
n' let your dreams take flight"
TigerEyes Apr 2014
The beautiful Princess always said 
every night before she went to bed…
I’ll meet you on the other side 
when the sun comes up
and begins to shine…
when the world has spun 
a million times.
This was the story I always read
just before, (Marleh), went to bed…
Once upon a time in a faraway land…
large castles glistened upon golden sand..
A beautiful Princess sang a song
by the sea - in the sun…
sometimes singing all day long…
under the stars, 
under a the moon
she sang a melody,
a special tune…
Her words…her song
had been magic all along…
the animals, the dolphins, and all the birds in tree’s…
they had carried her song in the summer breeze
echoing her magic, 
she sang her song…
echoing her love all summer long.
The world had spun a million times..
and the sun was up and— it did shine…
Princess Marleh was all grown up…
no longer the age of nine…
She’d gone off to college, and gained some knowledge
still she hoped a Prince had heard her song…
she had been singing that melody for so very long.
Across the mountain …and over the sea
lived a handsome Prince 
as lonely as can be
one day while under the stars
he heard a melody - a special tune
he heard the sound of Marleh’s voice
while standing under the moon
from across the ocean sea’s
her magical song had floated in 
on a magical ocean breeze. 
The Prince saddled his horse…
that could fly.. of course..
traveling across the sea..
He said, 
“Oh, Princess Marleh…
will you please join me 
for an afternoon cup of tea?”
And that’s the story of “once upon…”
as the two lived..happily… 
happily on…
© 2014

Dedicated to my good friend, Marleh  ; )
This is an edited version of an earlier poem.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You know what?
you're in the wrong
how long, long, long ---
how long are you going to keep up this charade
your own special version of wrong, wrong, wrong parades
You've met your match/ best make friends with sin
you don't know that I always win, win, win
The sun always shines on me even if you don't see
you don't see that angels shine on me
And I know you've done this before
Yeah, before me there were others that were so
very young, young, young ---
Too young to see the dangers of a wolf like you
Yeah, a wolf that made lies seem true
Oh, but I can see through your soul
Yeah, that's what you don't know
I see the wicked flicker in your eyes
I see all of your wicked lies...
Gonna let those angels shine on me
gonna let those angels let you see
let you see that what you're doing is wrong
gonna let them do it for however long, long, long --
however long it takes , takes, takes---
however long it takes to let you know that I belong.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 17th, 2015

This could be for anyone that tries to make you feel inferior. It could also be the voices we hear that tell us we're not good enough -- when the truth is - we are. We are all so unique, and beautiful. I appreciate everyone, and humbled by all that  I meet.
TigerEyes Jan 2014
For those who dare to fly
through the open sky
over oceans  
through rough waves
for exploring caverns in the Himalaya caves
daring to cross Atlantic seas
through the heavy fog
and misty breeze
climbing mountains far and wide
(happy you even tried)
I dedicate this poem to you
for staying strong..
for being true
daring...
to fly the open sky.
© 2014

A first draft.. : )
TigerEyes Feb 2015
Freedom* is like water it shapes anything it will hold
seeking words like faith, and courage
it responds to what it's told.
Freedom rushes danger even in the face of death
willing itself into this form until it finally rests.
Freedom speaks to every color it does not pick, and choose
pouring its shape forever until it rests in you.
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TigerEyes Jul 2013
by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove


She likes to tell me
about painting, or music
going on and on
about all her success
I’m happy for her
don’t get me wrong...
but once in awhile
it would be nice if she’d ask me
how I’m getting along
I’ll have to let that all go...
besides it’s really
my silly ego.
She doesn’t understand
my love for words
or, photographs
depicting
whole other worlds...
there’s a silent freedom
in accepting all that...
I can just listen, and learn...
while she chats.
© 2013
TigerEyes Nov 2014
A shared free fall:
definition
it's when you're in a room swimming with a sea of humanity
the doors are closed, and you can't breathe
but neither can the person sitting next to you...
still some of them/they still smile at you
when you tell them their baby is cute
even though it's just wiped graham crackers
on the book you're reading
n' you're all in the same boat
Yeah, you're just trying to stay afloat...
waiting for your name to be called
Everyone is trying not to let fear take them down
because their bottom has dropped out
a free fall
like a broken cable
in an elevator shaft
you wonder if you're the only one
that feels this way
until you glance over at the very young girl
sitting next to you
her face is like stone
n' her eyes look dark/they're black as coal/
like the've seen too much of the coldness in this world..
suddenly you're not thinking about your bottom that's dropped out...
n' you offer her your warm blanket
you brought
in case you got cold.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jun 2013
I fly like a song in a blue sky
I can't explain it but it's a rhythm I see
making me feel free to be me.
I am the dove you see perched in your orchard tree
offering my white feathers from time to time
for you to find like treasure
buried in the sand
I remind you of love that rests in your hand
I am free to be me--
but so are you.
Go find your song
(it's a rhythm you know)
play it loud...
play it strong.
I'm here to remind you of your own song
a beautiful symphony...
to play for eternity.
U.S. Copyright 2013
TigerEyes May 2015
He said he's proud of me from up above
Yeah --he's so happy that I know true love
and that I'll never let myself be hurt again
by all the Jim's and Steve's
who hid all their hurt up inside their sleeves
Oh, My Father -Oh My Father
can you hear me from up above?
someone said you could hear my music--
yeah, that you could see
that you are floating around me now
you hear my music
you've memorized my music
and you sing with me right now...

You wrapped your sweet sound
your sweet sound all around me
oh it was my sweet sound around me --
Oh, I heard you -- I heard you --- "Baby, you just sleep
your Daddy's here -
please baby don't cry/ please don't weep
I promise / I promise
I'll see you in a week

Oh Father - Oh Father -
I sing to you all the time
I remember every rhyme...
can't you make it like it was
like it was with you n' mommy
with you, and mommy
the very, very --- last -- last -- time
you said.. I will come around
I sing to you on rainy days
I sing to you because it seems..
that's when I see the bright
sunshine rays...

I feel your spirit with me ---
each and every day.
Work in Progress but TBA *** I'm an artist
TigerEyes Dec 2015
I am five staring up in my clown bed wondering if there is only one me
why is it that I have these visions of the future I have not seen?
images dancing across my head like photographs of the dead
haunting me in my dreams telling me that everything is not all as it seems
illusions in front of my eyes dancing like white lies
hard to tell the truth from the false …
are those people I see like dolphins or, are they sharks?
when you’re born with vision right from the start
it can be confusing to say the least
it feels as though you’ve been given some kind of cheat sheet

I am staring up at the stars with my blue eyes…
I am a wondering child at the age of five
Why am I here? Is there a God? Does he see?
Does he/she see the images I have seen?
Does he/she know I am here feeling unheard, and unseen?
So many questions from the eyes of a wondering child —
so many questions I’m hoping God has call waiting - or, great files.
TigerEyes Jun 2013
I hope I sleep tonight
with the full moon shining bright/its glowing white
next to the stars tonight..
and I'm missing you
like an ocean painted blue
I hear your sweet voice
in the rustling leaves
and your gentle spirit
in a soft ocean breeze
You're like a full moon...
shining true.
You are my beautifully bright young daughter---
Oh, how I do love you.
U.S. Copyright 2013
TigerEyes Nov 2014
I don't like it when I get in this place
Yeah/it's all in my mind/Yeah, it's in a certain space
where I'm future trip'n about my soul
when all I really need
is some rock n' roll--

Yeah, baby-- kick it/kick it/kick it
to my music/to the rhythm/to rock n' roll
cause it's in the beat of the drums/yeah, it's in the beat of the drums
that's what it's gonna take/to save my soul--
Take away the future trip cause there ain't no train
no there ain't no train
on that strip---
it's all in my mind
I just need to stop this future trip
yeah, it's just a future trip of mine---
Yeah, baby-I just gotta kick it/kick it/kick it
and the drums sound like this--
bam/bamma/bamma/bam/bam---
bam/bamma/bamma/bam/bam---
to my music/yeah, gonna save my soul
with some rhythm/with some rock n' roll

yeah, I'm gonna sing it loud/gonna save my soul----
I'm gonna sing real loud to some rock n' roll.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jun 2015
I am just a child but my mama say I wild
she say I best get dressed for Jesus or, I gonna burn up in hell fire
So mama n' me we got dressed up n' walked to Jesus land
cause we goen to a Jesus house n' listen to the holy preacher man
They gonna pass the basket round'n' round'
while them choir boys sing they sounds
cause we supposed to give everythin' we can
Yeah, give everything we got to the holy preacher man.
In Jesus land we give n' give -
give it all to the ol'
preacher man.
Don't got no money for food
we sure ain't got no money for rent
cause we be live'n by a river in a ****** ol' torn up tent
but preacher man he say to bow our head
yeah,  to pray n' then repent
I am just a small child but this sure don't make no sense.
Yeah, I am just a small child n' my mama say I wild
I sure don't wanna burn up n' what they call the lake of fire
that ol' basket sure got full real fast
when dat' basket went on past
mama, she put her last quarter in --
to protect us from all our sins
and, dat' devil sin'n man
Now I know that I am just a child of five
but I don't think dat' make me wild
preacher man he the one drive'n a big ol' fancy car
Yeah, he drive'n a big ol' fancy car with they shiny white wall tires
So dats' why I gonna grow up n' be a preacher man
gonna tell them folks of wild child's....
to give everything they can.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove July 28th, 2015It

It is not my intention to offend anyone with this poem. Flannery O' Conner was so ahead of her time. I love "all people" of every race, color, religion, and creed. This was inspired by her work that I read last summer.
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