You can go home
When you run out of dreams
When there's nothing left
By any means
When you've spent all you have
And your left all alone
When your dry to the bone
You can go home

You can go home
When the end has been met
Of fond memories
Of what you once had
When all of your needs
Out way all of your wants
That's when you will know
You can go home

You can go home
Because homes always there
With the door that is open
With the people who care
No matter where
Or how far you have gone
Your not to far away
That you can't go home

~~
Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
~~

As I go down this hill on my bike
I put my hands on my thighs
And maintain balance
And as the adrenaline rush comes in
Time slows
I have time to think
Is it worth it to do a small lean into oncoming traffic
To me it is
To my friends
Not so much
Well
I'll wait for a week

Find some new walls
paint them white

hang up fresh curtains
find a fitting washing machine

Buy second hand furniture
convince friends to get them upstairs

Decorate your kitchen
Build a bedroom in your closet

Flowers on the table

It doesn't change things
You know this ain't a new begin

because there's still

you

tick tock
goes the clock
seconds to minutes
hours to days
months to years
in time we sit
awaiting what is to come
wasting time with the lady
who runs us all
she abuses us
by threatining to **** us
slowly and menacingly
she creeps up on us
when we least expect it
and moves ever so slow
when we want her to pass through
untill the end we await
with lady time

in the dark all alone
fingers weak trembling
to light a flame
so he can smoke
lips on paper
fire in his face
he inhales once more
drawing the fire closer
paper disappearing
muscles relaxing
the plant spreads
through his body
in his lungs
hardened from cigarettes
through his blood it creeps
quietly rapidly
with out a peep
the room hazy
distorted
he is relaxed
until the drug wears off
roll lick light
another cycle
repeated twice more
a sound breaks the silence
the door opens
in the gap a silohuette
short
daddy
it cries
the smoker turns away
as the door closes

the next day
with pockets empty he weeps
a child on his leg
no more
no more
a different life he needs
a person he wants
girlfriends, pets, kids
his wife
have all left

in his house alone
fingers weak trembling
to press the trigger
and an angel speaks
No
No
it cant be
what could god want with me
a loner an addict
a failure

his mother speaks
floating above him
no my son
you can be good
try
let it escape
and he tries and fails
repeating what he did before
gun in hand he cries
with his heart
his mind
his soul
his mothers face
the last thing he sees
despaired, she turns away
biting his tongue
fire in his face
he inhales the lead
and an angel cries