Poet alive
words flow through us
how gifted we are

Dew drop season
Natures Essence is present
beauty around us

Hopeless as I try
All I want is to help
******* my effort

Try as he might, she plays him still...
The truth, evident. Denied with a will.

The good men are few, yet he is one.
And he worshiped her as some do the sun.

Dead as a stone, she toys his heart.
He refuses to see her tear him apart.

His passion loud as roaring thunder.
For him I hope they get torn asunder.

A coterie of men, for her, behave.
God forbid she make him a slave.

You don't know the fae.
Your tales are lies.
Those with the sight,
have truly cursed eyes.

Ask the wrong question,
they'll take your tongue.
They've shattered love,
and stolen our young.

If you are there,
you best behave.
Demure their fruit,
or be ever a slave.

When being stalked,
Iron is your friend.
So keep it close,
to the possible end.

Decisive by nature,
always be wary,
do not create
A vengeful fairy.

I know the fae.
Take this to heart,
give them a second
and they'll tear you apart.

I envy the young,
their eternal bliss.
I have ten years
I'd never miss.

It's more than age though,
It's what comes along.
With responsibilities
It's hard to be strong.

Maybe I'm weak,
but I'm not ashamed.
If it's anyone's fault
society's  to be blamed.

Greed drives us,
and the need for wealth.
This is skewed philosophy,
what we need is health.

Money has made equality a lie.
We did it to ourselves,
The question is why?

It's human nature
to be better than others,
yet this doesn't exist
when new from our mothers.

I envy the young.
Future in the making.
The virtues they hold
will keep us from breaking.

Life has gone too far.
For her it is rough.
She tied the rope.
She has had enough.

Her family gone.
Subject of alienation.
Life is a radio
done with this station.

She hangs the rope,
sets up the stool.
Misfortune is the entity
which made her a fool.

"It gets better!" they say,
but she remembered with dread.
Standing on the stool,
a tear was shed.

Maybe if he came back...
It's a frivolous hope.
Dismissing the thought,
her neck embraces the rope.

She saw the light,
as she kicked out the chair.
"You're safe now," said Death
"Life never learned to be fair."