The blazing phoenix
Soars to the skies
With tender flames

Bursting into ash
Drifting among the winds
To the ground it rains

Piles of ash cold as ice
Scattered remains
Begin to rise

With exploding heat
Born again ready to fly
Off it soars back to the skies

I should be sleeping,
instead of waiting for you to reply.
you're probably sleeping.
i want to sleep too,
but i can't.
i can't.

to live in the wilderness where the wild can be free
this is a dream come true
you can see the wild in a mirror, anytime you choose
or look in the eyes of a stranger for truth
sometimes a longing for streets full of busses
travelling along a dark winters evening takes hold
but you tried that already and went crazy for the wild
catch the temptation and turn back to the freedom of a dream come true.

Alike likes alike

RW Dennen-

Pretend I am your mirror
Pretend that reflections of yourself are only my words
of ******* about you coming from me
Pretend attributes about yourself are extended
from my familiarity about you into your existence that holds truth
Pretend that the fine glass is always cleaned from dirt
by questioning whether my thoughts will ever harm you
by not using fabrications upon your life's story
Pretend to handle me gently, at times, because I could possibly give you way more than seven years bad luck by merely dismissing you of my obligation as a friend in deed
Now realize that myself, as a true friend, that i am your
living and breathing mirror,at times, about yourself
and if CrAcKs show, use your logic and kindly DISCARD
ME!!!