The sick Earth
by your hands and mine
failure of our designs

Change the type of car you'll drive
ignore what you can't see
all you're changing is
the economy

Oceans filled with an infinity of junk
Skies opaque with progress
With any luck
Species will remain to be seen

Some people
They come into our lives
Just as we
Need them the most
Someone to lift us up
Carry our hearts
They whisper
Sweet nothings
Yeah
But either
They think they meant it
Or we believed their lies
And both
Who knows?
But still
For those
Moments in time
We are
Transformed
Given wings
To soar above
The graveyard of lost loves

We give them the power
To make us happy
Sad
We need to be happy
Without them
Be that
As it may
We pour our hearts
Dreams
Hopes
Love
Into them
Some of them
Mean it
Some of them
Are too broken
To know they cannot
Love
And some are
Just leading us on
To the graveyard of lost loves

Every tombstone
Every pillar
Every mausoleum
A monument
A marker
A testament
To a broken heart
Broken trust
Broken bonds
Lost dreams
Lost hopes
Lost passions
This place where
If you listen
You can hear the wails
Of those who have died here
Carried by the wind
Of indifference
The ground is littered with their tears
Here, in the
Graveyard of lost loves

1990

Don't hope
Don't dream
Don't love
The pain strikes suddenly
Like lightening from above

Don't feel
Like this
Don't believe
In bliss
Don't breath
Hold your breath
Don't need
Live in death
Don't chance
The loss
Don't pay
The cost
Don't love
No loss

Don't unchain
Your heart
There's nothin' scarier
Than bein' naked to the pain
Don't let her in
Lock your prison door
'Cause you're a prisoner
Don't let her in

Don't touch the flame
Don't get any hotter
Don't let your heart
Feel like a fish out of water

In the dark of the night I lie in anticipation. In hope of tomorrow I silently hang on. Many have been the disappointments and sorrows that I have met, but I still wait for another day. As I know spring must follow winter, so light must follow the darkness. As the last shreds of darkness are torn away, the new dawn is just over the horizon and soon I know morning will come.

Wetted grass reaches for its rightful late afternoon -
zenith as winged acrobatic performers delight -
and amaze with great zeal and utter independence
Simple golden flowers fill luscious , lawn borders
Intrepid sunshine breaking free of the thundercloud -
shackles , cool currents struggle with turbulent
water borne Summer air , laughter of Grackles dancing honeysuckle
woodlands
Green grasshoppers with velcro legs , stuck to ***** denim jeans , Luna moths hold curious twixt bronze porch torches where Walkingsticks review the epic day to the chorus of haunting Night Thrushes

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