the cops are at the door,
open the window,
toss me my running shoes.

out the window I went, left heaven,
down to the narrow street
into the welcomed night.

(my fair weather fade away.)

you have the prettiest eyes
the sky ever knew

so please don't be surprised
to find me one day at your window

some cold december night
holding plastic flowers for you

so love the thief who tried steal your heart,
and plastic flowers never fade.

Someday love,
We'll live down by the sea,
Together for all of eternity.

Someday love,
We'll be away from pestering eyes,
Making a life for you and I.

Someday love,
We'll grow old with our son and daughter,
Joyously watching as they grow.

Someday. . .

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.

In sweet Springtime
the fields are abuzz,
while the breeze whispers
the scattered secrets
of compassionate couples,
who met during the season. 

A picturesque paradise,
is peppered with flowers
that gracefully sway
atop the rolling hills
with their blooms held high,
colorful and confident.

Forest leaves rustle quietly
sighing softly like a lover
dreaming of their soulmate,
as birds flit between branches,
making their humble abode
in the boughs of fond memories.

Spring rejoices for a while,
bringing beauty out of burrows
and sprouting the shyest of seeds
before it carefully takes the earth,
and almost reluctantly, places it
into Summer's waiting hands,
as it wholeheartedly promises
to return once again
as it always has,
every year.

Remember they're monsters

Not just in theory, but really

It's no longer about the evidence

(If it ever was...)

But a call to collusion

They want you silent

Unless you recite after them

So they can write papers

On pipe dreams