Just hold on baby girl
Your time will come soon
When you will enter Summerland
With those who truly love you
You'll frolic amongst the flowers and dance with in the rain
And that is when you'll see
You'll be whole again

We often speak of golden land,
That far off room of Summerland.
And smell and see and feel the sun,
Even when the day is done.

We smell the salty air and see
The frothy folds of one dark sea.
who's home is lit by tiny trains
That bravely run outside their lanes.  

We see, and feel a novel hymn,
On the streets we walk by whim.
Peering down the whitewashed halls,
To search for life behind youth's walls.

We feel the freckled face of night,
The highest roof of speckled light,
And even if his breath is cold
This night, the land still shown of gold.

We found the land we wished to see,
Among the warmth of company.
The earth is drear, yet oh so grand,
Is that room of Summerland.

I learned to love throughout the summer
But it's cold now
I can't breathe
I can't remember
It just hurts
I can't get air
My lungs burn
Let me crash
Pretty please
I just want to close my eyes
Peaceful in death
Chaos in life
It's not a hard choice
Bleeding doesn't help anymore
It just reminds me of the scars summer left
My razor doesn't work
I just want to float
To the Summerland

I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Spectacles of repose so grand,
Summer floral perfumes,
Velvet pastures for rooms,
Eternal light so divine,
Ambrosia, sweeter than wine,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Gnarled, old but natural,
Her songs, hymns so musical,
Her life well spent, faithful,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her dreams came true, that's grand,
Souls in repose, in Summerland,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Yes,  I recall our Grandma's hands.

2003, where did you go?
My Scene dolls and All Time Low
Red Jeeps and glitter cheeks
Thirteen and hip hop beats
Tube tops, pop n lock
Don't forget your frosted lipgloss
Butterflies and Blink's First Date
"Forever Yours" on a silver keychain
Belly rings, snorting pills stings
Tiered skirts and ankle bling
TLR, Summerland
South of Nowhere, Degrassi: The Next Gen
Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton
Travis Barker and Ashlee Simpson
Fall Out Boy and Timbaland
Pete Wentz almost ended it
Promiscuous, Grand Theft Autumn
Jeans hung low, and girl you got em
I wanna live there over again
Everything was better then

Is it really so bad
to think that maybe
the nothingness that is assumed
at the end of the road
is actually a light
a continuation of your dreams
without all the screams
without bursting at your seams
where you can rest but still float
in a calming boat
a soul in a stream
your life a vivid beam
at the end of all heartache
comes a wave of new odysseys
not even one
that is described by
the hateful religious
but perhaps at least something
something outside of nothing
somewhere to run free
somewhere to be comforted
a land where you can see
enlightenment and glee
learning life's key.
It would be nice
but I get the idea
that the only reason
people even believe in
somewhere after the end
is because we are all terrified
of the black
the dark
the cold embrace
at death's door
the ceasing of all awareness
and maybe the thought
that our life was meaningless
in the grand scheme of things
even though that is probably true
and I am kind of okay
with that
part of me is still hoping
for somewhere for my soul to go
after this hell we call
life.

By Fire born and Water blessed
this soul is released
Earth unbind and Spirit Guide
this soul homeward soars
Summerland calls and Lady beckons
Joyous and Bright The Circle Turns
in Honour and Celebration
Sister's journeys ends and begins once more
May the next turn bring Love and Abundance and Joy
Cedar and Laurel Amber and Jet
Sage and Feather and Stone

With Song and Dance we Celebrate and Mourn

The Circle is turning now slower and solemn
with memory and grief
Willow and Benzoin and Jade
Lady keep our Sister dear
Be at Peace

SOLITAIRE-2007

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the God's my soul to keep
Watch over me and mine
Let my soul forever shine in love and light.

As I lay you down to rest
May the God's take your soul
May they guide you home
I know I will never be alone,
Your spirit beside me.

May you find Summerland
and be blessed in all that you had.
Look upon this life
remember the good times
Learn from the bad
I'll see you next time around
May the God's Bless your soul
May your guides Guide you home.
May you rest in peace
We will meet again

Now I lay me down to sleep
Praying the God's my soul to keep.
Guide me home when the time is right.
Keep my heart in love and light
In Summerland I will see you again.

sometimes the truth
hurts more
than a irreparable bone
and love
hurts more
than a bleeding stab wound
and honesty
feels like a battery acid
fighting through
substance
like it's a factory job

they say
love is blind
but they don't tell you
love is also
stupid
dumber
than its cousin
hope
and doesn't learn from its mistakes
and never deserves what it gets
and love
sometimes
wishes it was dead
for being
the eighth wonder
of the natural world
and causing
all the good things
but also all the bad ones
yet what we seem to forget
is that the earth will
keep spinning
and the sun will
keep rising
and the moon will
keep waxing
and people
will keep being happy
without this bittersweet curse
and the phrase
"it is better to have
loved and lost
than to never have
loved at all"
will not exist
and will not be
the anthem of every person
who has ever been hurt
because these are universal
l i e s

in some cases
ignorance is bliss
when it comes
to love
ignorance is ecstasy
and your hands
are electricity
your mouth
is shimmering heaven
where gods enjoy paradise
and my actions
are the seventh circle
of dante's inferno
and the universe
joyfully condemns me
for my sins
-and i deserve it-
to the smell and sting and ugly sight
of burning flesh
for as long as this
hate
called love
exists
because
why
why
should i enjoy
anything less?

the ground
it already opened up
and swallowed me because
i am
the essence
of pure evil
i am being reclaimed
the heavens open up
and receive you
because you are
the reward;
the muslim's seventy-two virgins
the christian's gold-trimmed palace
the pagan's summerland
the hindu's nirvana
for every being
who did
what they were supposed to
unlike
me
i am ****

you are spilt gasoline
and i am a match
you are my warm bed
and i am
the moment
when you are falling
and you can't see the ground
the ground that swallowed me