You're like the tail,
I can't quite quite catch.
Like Peanut Butter,
I can't get your taste out of my mouth.
You throw away your love,
And I bring it right back,
You pay me no attention,
I get sad.
You acknowledge me,
I'm the happiest little thing in the world.
Sometimes I'm mans best friend,
happy as I could ever be,
Sometimes I'm trapped in your hot car
Waiting for someone to rescue me

How many voices in my head
You are not worthy one has said
Another just wants to be dead
I listen not to these

One says that no one is like me
That’s just because I’m crazy
I’m trapped in here never to be free
I listen not to he

Another says he is a friend
But whispers to me it’s the end
No more he thinks my life should wend
I listen not to him

But in the clamour and the buzz
I here a voice that says I’m loved
I think it comes from heaven above
To that I have to listen

My struggle happens day to day
For love is why I kneel and pray
That’s why I know I’ll be okay
I listen just to me

Sometimes we must play the fool
to be kind
to understand

The honest guise of another person
betrays itself
as useless stuff

So we surrender to face the day
to duck and weave
to wake and jest

Just so we may understand
another footprint
another step

There is a sight of spring in her eyes,
there is a sight of spring in her smile.

Hidden by the veil of nature,
is a touch of her sorrow.
Time is slumbering,
and the world has become mellow.

Sadly, she stands her distance from me,
unsure what love really is.
My heart chose her,
but she has not chosen me.

It is lost and forgotten,
the old memories that
fill my heart.

It is hard to describe the misery that one feels.
I often ask myself the same old question.

"How does one tell the other, they are not in love?"

It is like the two shores of the sea that never meet.
I cannot endure such great loneliness.

We are near, yet we are so far.
This love in separation is unacceptable to me.
It is like there is a wall of glass
that is keeping us apart.

If I am sad and forlorn.
truth behold, she is sad as well.

We meet, yet we do not meet.
The roses bloom but does not bloom.
Strange how love is there is autumn in my heart.

Cinnabar
prods the person
to sunlight, trade, and time,
The civiliz’d do celebrate
what made the empire fine.

What schoolchildren adore in school
is what to all is heir,
The knowledge of practicality
made from the bursting bone.