Four turns…
Four turns point down within these boxes.
Tail bitten chased by following red foxes.
These lovers leave ***** trails through the sand,
But good friends extract tattoos on my lonely souls hand.
Please, please captain help me wax my earnest ears.
Crashing on the rocks nightly reaps woeful tears.
And yea it’s beautiful music that draws me near
But where does the soul go at the conclusion of yet another year.

Three queens…
Why do you bring me here?
Why do you suddenly appear,
Out of air with songs so clear?
Now I’m lost without a seer,
And can’t hold a trace of what is dear.

Hunter…
Bowman of the woods rid this path,
Of harsh kings evil epitaph.
And let me not follow in a fools wrath.
Artemis’ hand leads the chart at last.
Ensure stern sister that I do not break fast,
And spend my days limping one way dragging a sore cast.
So the pieces left do not shatter.
Internally ingest information attempting to make the mind fatter,
Meanwhile every movement causes clatter.
But can even one remain sane without a stain.
Surely mother nature could do without acid rain.
If it came to the choice of not a single more day of pain,
I’d still choose love.

One pair…
Running through a great deciduous metropolis
Good goddess hanging by my side there’s no stopping us
Immune to infectious wounds pouring out blood and pus
Even joyful alone with strangers on a late night city bus
In these short days it’s far from all I need
What’s the point of getting chest beaten with golden greed
Just take me to that luscious garden
And I will sing loves long lost pardon