Is there any other drug
as potent as love
to transcend the boundaries of time,
and to ever match the shine
of a lit up Christmas tree
and spark like the silver strike
of a match that lights the sky
and the universe weeps
for you and me
who ache for an ounce of love
or enough to tell a story.

I tried really really hard
but it just wouldn't stop!
I crushed the corners tight,
thinking it would hold it back,
but I couldn't,
they still slipped
and fell like they always did
warm and painful and soft
leaving a trail in their wake
of dirt and destruction and heartbreak,
and it disappeared,
with only faded tracks
to lead astray
anybody who wouldn't see
how I tried really really hard,
but still couldn't stop.

It is fear that chained my feet,
and here I thought it was my past,
when it was my future made me afraid,
how foolish, knowing that
it is only on me, and not destiny,
that I lost faith.

I had a key I hid
in my bed, under my pillow
it rested,
perhaps often floated into my dreams
and nested.

I knew the lock it opened
I had it chained to a bed
worn my years and time
crimson rust it shed.

I handed out the key
and watched it plunge,
and unlock,
into the air flew debris
of hopes and dreams it blocked
with sparkles of magic
that it no longer sealed
leaving behind an empty space
now only to heal.

Perhaps I should have hid my key,
Perhaps I should have unlocked it sooner,

in many ways, the path to glory,
is disguised in wanton fears.

I wish to get lost sometimes
just to have someone find me,
then I can, in a different way,
re-tell my story

I saw the sun set
and the birds fly south,
I sat on a rock
and killed the snake
which couldn't slide out.
With an ice cream cone in my hand
and a balloon that flew behind
I saw men march past,
looking to their left
holds knives in their right.
I had a broken look
of the mountain
that looked girly in pink
so much for its might,
I thought,
may be things aren't always
as unseemly,
as we think.

the play of light and shadows
on swinging plains of green
a whole lot of meaning they carry
as they beam into the stream
that bids hello and goodbye,
simultaneously to birds flying high
the sliver of white on pools of blue
like diamonds that are found anew
and all this I watch,
and feel a clench,
for my heart knows,
what it is to be content.