See the king in his cardboard castle
beneath his bridge of broken dreams
by the river of remorsefulness
that like the voices nightly screams
There's a beer can full of memories
and a burger full of death
and the things he thought he'd ougth to say
dangling from his breath
theirs stains upon his royal garb
that show just where he's been
and an emptiness within his eyes
that hide the things he's seen
his queen lies in her carriage
amongst her treasure so
and he wheels her round the city
when the lamp lights softly glow
Nobody ever sees them
nobody even cares
for the royals in their boxes
watching operas without airs
spare them not a second thought
as if you even would
for they have found each other
and a palace by the wood
they care not if you see them
as their lives a faery tale
in their kingdom made of cardboard
eating pizza three days stale

It would take a true heartist
to ever
make sweet music
with these broken strings...

soft
love notes
played by players
with unfaithful hands

dirges
drawn forth from lullabies ...

I cry

Enough...

Let not this music be
forever the sound
of tears
f
a
l
l
i
n
g

but lift me once more to my crecesndo
with but your soft caress

that my heart
may once more know love



be my metronome
that I may again beat in time

anew.

All music ends in silence

and I am timeless
  
until the metronome
awakes familiar chords

Purrfection is in the smallest
Warmest purrs
Which kittens love to give
And it is a sign that they are happy
Purrfection is in the smallest kitten
Which brings joy to its new life
And joy to the world
Purrfection is in the smallest mouse
Which cats and kittens love to pounce upon
Quite playfully
Purrfection is dinnertime
When kittens and cats are called to eat
Their daily meals
And gracefully lick their lips
With each dainty bite
Purrfection is in their adventerous spirit
When they love to wander
But of course it isn't purrfection
When they roam too far away from home
Or never return at all
Purrfection is dancing with the butterflies
And pouncing upon green grass
Which all cats all ages love to do
Purrfection is laying upon master
Or mistress's lap
Or basking in the sun
Purrfection to cats is all things
And for me it's the simplest things

*~Marian~

Suddenly my thoughts run deeper
and become folded
inside the scent of the air
until they pull on my heart-strings
and watch
my tears cry tears of their  own.  
And I laugh and smile,
pretend to be happy
as if I don't remember
you're gone.

However, sorrow brings truth
as it closes in
to unravel the seconds
of each sleepless night
I have held for years unknown.  
And I realize,
it's time to move forward,
stop letting my tears
cry tears
of their own.