Loving her was like chasing a sunset,
Each day, a new opportunity
To despair

It burns-- Immensely
     Unclear why the pain is so bad.
Why does it feel this way--
     Locked up but
The treasurer owns nothing,
     Feeling the weight of
Other's unknown thoughts--
     The new pain
Mixes with the old,
     Devouring all in an
Unchanging harmony of this life.

I grew up in a house with white walls
The light shined through the brighter
Every happy morning
In my bed beside my brother.

When my Dad first drank
Dry rot found a nest
We moved into a house with cream coloured walls,
Without my father.

I saw the cream walls turn blue
When I broke a pen on my brother
And the ink became his blood of this fight
We moved into a house with purple walls

I saw the purple walls turn grey
When we all got our own rooms
And we all chose the same colour
As we sat alone.

I moved into a house with black walls
When my life dragged me away from them
The light shone through the darker
Every unhappy morning.

My house was small
It was damp and it was dark
I heard a knock at the black door
And light came in with you.

We moved into a house with white walls
Every morning a birth of new sunlight
Every happy morning,
Waking up beside you and smiling

I don't ever drink
I keep a watch for dry rot
And our walls stay white
Forever.

The man had a shredded ear
He could no longer hear
His life was filled with fear
Because a man shredded his ear

The man was full of despair
The remnants of his ear began to flare
The mangled ear was covered by his hair
To his family, the ear was a scare

He went to the doctor to get it checked out
He said amputation was necessary, no doubt
The kids started to whine, but he couldn't hear them pout
They didn't know how bad it was, then they found out

Their lives had changed a ton
For the daughter and the son
The one thing the father would never hear
Is the fact that his son shredded his ear