He stood alone, the stars grown dim,  
One hand on rectitude’s thin limb.  
No wrath, no fire, no final plea—  
Just silence in eternity.  
He wept not for what man became,  
But for the dream that bore his name.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

I always dream of a glamorous city,
where the lights glitter brighter
than the silver on my ears,
where beauty is a song on every tongue
and silence lingers like air.

For now, I chase my goals,
like a bird darting after a worm—
restless, ambitious, unafraid.
Because that city waits for me,
the place I will one day call home.

Federal criminal female and counter pole interesting policy interpreters.  You are hereby noticed as incorrect in American.

Having inheritance of assembly bills is illegal.

He wo motto has ****** umbrella

Indexing assembly Member Irwin
My budget has a surplus
You are at simple clerical error.

Apologies for clearing the resolute desk mam.

Resolution to adjourn budget assignments to motel 6 continued.

Suggestion of electronic document verification of free speech suggested as inclusive...

childrenofthenight
The Red light district, they crave for
At dusk, they are angles
At dawn, they are  Vultures
Ready to defrost you like broken angles
Waiting to be placed in one piece
When you know destruction can't find peace
Hang around dark corner like a savage bat
Different gents run around them like rat
Being chased down to be killed
Diseases they advertise with skills
Outward and inward, a naive man gets it free of charge
If he doesn't apply the top notch to be in charge
Of the room, that might be filled with smiling odors
That's can make you throw up
The color of the odors, you feel it's visible
Nah,it's a infectious set up
Children of the night, leave in a room of coloured light
Expression and experience makes one understand
They are so mean like the thief of the night
And act like vampires waiting on the stand
To be staked in the heart
By day, you know all their make up was just an act .
No virtue girls, and have no concern for perseverance .

It’s too far and too close at the same time
Only 5 more years before the future I have been planning and mapping out will come to pass.
I know 5 years sounds like a long time. I thought so too, but I’m really running out of time.
I have made drafts and the details made a story in my mind.
I thought it would be possible, but it seems like my dreams were too big for this world.
Maybe if I hadn’t spent so much time in my mind re-reading the story I wrote and named “My Life.”
I wouldn’t constantly wonder if the plot will stay on track, if some dreams really are impossible.
I feel like the time I have it’s running thin, I can’t quite explain it.
It’s just this thing. It felt like 5 years turned to months, to weeks, to mere seconds, in 5 seconds.
Or maybe it’s me. Maybe I dream too much.
No… I know I do, I really do, but what else am I supposed to do with my time?
How else can I prepare for what might happen to me.
It all depends on time, I don’t know if I need more or less time!
Time, Time, Time. I have mentioned that quite much.
It’s a concept that I thought I understood fully, but now it’s kind of tough.
I just need to know if I want more or less time!
It’s so so so frustrating, yet I can’t do anything but yell and rhyme.
But only in my mind and only on paper and documents.
Because, like a wind chime, no one bothers me unless I’m louder than I’m supposed to be. Then they look and turn away.
Because I am not worth their TIME.
I’m having mixed feelings about time.
It’s too close and too far, and too broad and too loud, and too much, all at the same time.

A SURPRISE OF BUTTERFLIES

A cluster
(is that the correct term
for the collective noun)  

a cluster
of butterflies?

Maybe it should be
a joy of butterflies

a surprise of butterflies.

My little girl
amazed

as they invade
our garden

even settling upon
her
as if she were

a walking
flower.

She young enough
to believe

these
are the fairies

one reads about.

Imagination
& Reality

for this one
(moment)  

becoming
One.

**

A kindle of kittens...a watch of nightingales...a sulk of foxes! I love the surprising collectives...they are almost surreal.