to-day my sister and I*
sat down for a cup of tea
and discussed the decorations
that we'd put on her Christmas tree

she wanted multi coloured tinsel
with a big white star
but of that suggestion
I wasn't going to have a bar

a theme on red and green baubles
is what I would select
to whit sis said that proposal
I thoroughly reject

there was an impasse
between us about the tree's attire
so we had another *** of tea
*and let that matter expire

If you peel her skull back,
And look inside her mind,
You will find cases filled with memories,
That she keeps labeled and organized.
There is a small one for her dreams,
That has gotten covered up with dust,
For she is always putting off herself,
For those that never cared about her musts.
Then there is another shelf half filled,
That she has labeled "The love that I learned",
And it's been being slowly emptied out,
By those that have borrowed from and never thought to return.
Then you will see one very large,
That is packed more than the rest,
It is labeled, "All that has hurt me",
And she knows every one of the titles and their context.
There is more smaller ones scattered here and there,
With faded titles and broken shelves,
But they're all hiding in the shadows of her silent self torture,
Because we convinced her that there was selfishness in loving herself.

As if there's no tomorrow
I race in to the day
Yielding maximal joy
As the moments ebb away

As if the world is ending
And Armageddon begun
I frolic like a faerie
And pledge myself to Fun

As if this moment were the last
I yield to eternal delight
And behold the passion in loved ones
Blazing, burnished bright

I live in a world of words
That constantly spins around
A solar system filled with verbs
And planetary nouns

Syllables that hold me down
Like the 3 in gravity
Consonants in and out
Is the oxygen I breath

Adjectives and adverbs
My galaxy abounds
In this world I live of words
That constantly spins around

“Magic” is the thing in flight
That basks resplendent in the sun
Borne aloft on fluent wings
Both synchronized, as one

And purest amidst the cold blue sky
Is the solitary, sweetest bird
Whose wings like arrows go flitting by
Emitting song so sweet when heard

I’ve heard it in the evening
I’ve heard it in the noon
But most of all I’ve heard it
Where Nature is abloom

Here we stand
All of us dying
With only our hope in hand

As the rising tide
Joins death's side
In the pulling of times sand

All in bare feet
Along life's beach
To the sound of lapping waves

As the sun sets
So does our best guess
In the counting of our days