Gental Please
For once you leave
bits of love given between
will be lost

we gave bits of love to eachother
on nights I was allowed to have you
how things have changed

how strange how things tend to change

an echo reaching towards me
and somwhere towards you
but you won't think of me
as I do of you
maybe some-day

Bits of love and the echo will be again
come back
Please

Blood is red
Bruises are blue

Red is a bad sometimes mad color
Blue is sad maybe bad

Our blood ran
and bruises blue turn black

Some yellow and purple
Swollen and ugly things

Running Running
It kept coming

Blood is red
Red and running

Forever flowing
Pooling,

Now
Some are dead

Roses are red
Violets are blue

And once again
Here I stand with you

Helpless

We are all dreaming
forever seeming

A dream is a dream
that is all it seems

I've been dreaming
people say it has no meaning
But I'm still dreaming

We all are dreaming
forever seeming
without any meaning

Nowhere
I live in nowhere
a  sanctuary
for any who have ever been weary

But even the weary get bored
And the bored do drastic things
Be weary in the nowhere
For those who tempt and tease
May have been as you

Seeking nowhere
a sanctuary
for any but be wary

A thought
What is a thought?
Nothing More than a thought
A thought is a thought
Unless...
You think of the thought
And act the thought
Then maybe
A thought is more than a thought
But an action
Maybe a dream
But it was once a thought
A thought is not just a thought