I never knew this quest was my
final test.
.
My eyes burn, but i can see
through all these cloudy
                                       skys
                                            that
                                              scream
                                                   misery.

I locked my brain inside
and threw away the key
into a river
               bend
                    that
                        was an
                           ocean deep.

Breaking down on the inside
Running start before the leap

To go back where we started
As strangers, again we meet 

We once again walk down that same moon lit street.
I pretend I don't feel anything
 
what I should feel is asleep. 

If you wanna know the truth
You are more than my bestfriend

Because this feeling deep inside 
It doesn't ever seem to end.

It doesn't wander
 doesn't  waver
doesn't dry out
doesn't bend

 I know I will die with this connection
I hope by then your heart I will mend.

I thought maybe not in this life
 but maybe in the next 

We could be lovers, Reunited
On the street where we first met

But I guess it couldn't wait that long 
I hardly can protest 

Cause what I learn from you is always worth the mess.

The sun breaking down on your smile,
Tunes playing in my head,
Then your crying all the while,
And O that potent dread.
I tear for those unwanted,
By and by it’s all the same,
And all those who stay quieted,
Are threatening to douse their flame.
-Maggie Reeves


All rights reserved to me, Maggie Reeves.

Life is too busy with its own simple demands,
And subtle rejections for dreamers. She's been asleep
For a day and a half, but she hasn't closed her eyes
In over twenty four hours. She watches the
Clock, begging it to move slowly. Just give her
A little longer in her blanket, her bed, her
Fortress, before the day has to begin.

She lays frozen, like a fleshy Popsicle,
Waiting for even hunger to offer a different
Feeling. Life, with its tedious footsteps into the
Office, and its lonesome visits to the shrine of the
Porcelain god, for a moment of silence from
Chatter over coffee, and the tapping of
Keyboards; life is too noisy for dreamers.

Just let her sleep a while longer,
For dreams and darkness offer more
To a mind starved for beauty,
Than sunlit strolls to crowded buildings
Ever did. She drinks her coffee with only
One sugar, five times a day. She fills her
Blood with caffeine and time. She watches the
Clock, daring it to move quickly. She screams
Inside her head until it's time to go home, and
Lay back in bed.

Show your love to her everyday.  
Prove your love will not fade away.  
Dance a slow one on a whim.  
Although without music, it'll make her grin.  
Be sure to give her flowers once in a while.  
Trust me, my friend, it will bring a smile.

Your love for her must forever stay strong,
Even when everything seems to be wrong.
In this day it's easy to say quit,
but you must never have any part of it.
Sometimes love takes work to progress,
But you'll be glad you didn't digress.

Yes love is a beautiful, magical being
binding two souls, as one, with a string.
Never let go of those first feelings you had
Remember them daily, don't let them go bad.
Heed my word, this advice is so true;
Show her love each day and she'll show her love to you.

And a woman who held a babe against her ***** said, "Speak to us of
Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that
is stable.

Twilight anchors subtle strokes on the guitar.
Rhythmically soft plucking of each finger resonates among the stars.
I gasp at a true orchestra of gods,
Who reign over sleepless neighbors,
Content in their dwellings,
Never once appreciative the timeless symphony,
Our Earth Mothers beseeching whisper.
I try to play along with her,
But congested cackling of metropolitan madmen,
So brazen is their yelping.
Spoiled children crying for attention,
Unable to hear her song over obsessive commotions,
At all hours of their borrowed lives.
Yet she plays on,
As if thanking us for her inevitable demise,
At the hands of her most beloved child.
I suppose we can do no wrong in Mothers eyes.