It was as if she would always be by his side,
with quiet beauty
and lipstick
she would.
And her eyes
oh her eyes!
Such magnificent lours,
they caught him last while
by knee.

Now her old lipstick fades and those banges
swiped away,
her skin is as soft
as it will-
For her lour was her lour
as a hook is a hook
and her fish will forever be
DEAD.

They're called writers and artists
they match with the world!
and her label, her label,
"what is it?"

Well my label is this:
I have sun in my eyes
and I swear
that its eyes I will be.

Yes I am ******
That the Water is there
And I cannot reach it..
It makes me sulk
It makes me cry.
My human metaphor has gone away,
Yes
For right now
I really do
Just care
About the Water

Oh how it rushes...

And So
I started thinking of my life
As if it never happened-
Slow, slow
Progression
Observation
That just wasn't there
My genius
Is such a coward in the corner
And most may not seek to come near
Today I stair drunk
As if I wasn't the day before
And so on...
And I remember of
Times of laughter and Pride
no more
And Tomorrow I dance Loudly
In that same corner
no more
and Today my drunk stair
Yes!
You look upon the strange stars of our city!
And Yes!
You counter your fear!
Though Tomorrow is long-
And after-all
We are Here.

As my Light and Love
Bloom clearer,
The direction of my life,
-Smooth Fine lines-
Etch deeper into my stony soul
It was a place of reason-
Where Right and Wrong show obvious
And people of all designs
And kinds
Shine solid
Their paths being written
As we all lay out Flawless
Exposing
Enclosing
Our mind.

My Passion
Rays through me
Like the spurts
Of a Sun
And it was not that I am
It is that I was
And I can be again
With quite patience
And reason
Meditation
And ground
Bare feet on a door step
I was there.

I
Will go the Water
The Water
Will cheer me down.
For
I
Am
The
Water.
              
Taking all that I am with me
And now I swear
There are enemies lurking
In place of Angles
This time
Here
On the Columbia
This place is not the same
I cannot help my sadness
but Joy!
For seeing what to you
Is not there
              
Like a beautiful Moonlit creation!
Absorbing heat, Reflecting the Sun
A Wishing Flower!
I saw her standing before me
              
She was so polite
And gentle
Standing herself softly against a sea of grass
And motion
Her friends all stand the same
All praying lightly in face of their old Sun
I wished silently to join them
They whispered sweet promise
Back to me
I bid
My life
Farewell