Dividing zero
By any number will still
Leave you with zero.

If you have no love
To begin with, nothing can
Force it to appear.

Dividing zero
By any number will still
Leave you with zero.

The nights don’t appear so long with you
Until you go to sleep
Your peaceful face placates me some
As jealousy floods my heart
How can you sleep with a smile
As I while away the hours
Imagining you surrounded by flowers
And many cloaks of black
Wreaths of crimson red roses
As a tear falls at my choices
What I did while I was shaken

I hate how you sleep...

Insomnia my old friend
have you come to dance again
intentions good? intentions bad?
you keep me up like the leaf in the wind
you keep me up to hear my wines
you see its this dance that we do
like something in between
I take you, you take me
and together become we
insomnia my old friend why do you come why do you go
is it only to hear my woes and sorrows
I write this in the darkness knowing you will be back tomorrow...

I drank once,
from the deep well of sleep
when cool waters refreshed this parched earth,
now barren without nourishing dreams.
My worries grow futile shoots
in the hardpack, they wither and die.
Ashes scattered dryly
fuel further frets.
This drought is not over.

There's gypsy soul in my blood,
         wildflower-scented
         and airy with wonder.

I breathe best in water;
         I trip too much
         on land.

My hands are cold and dry;
         I soak them in
         sunflower baths.

I can't tell if the tide is coming in or

        slipping away.

I would rather sleep with a breathing sun
than with his blinking minions.

i started sleeping when i met you

By the run of wine, by Champagne's flow,
Swine did dine and watch the show,
'tween Squelch and Squeal, they Screamed, "Bravo!"
As merry went, did jolly go,

They drink their drinks, they oinked along,
To cabarets enchanting song,
So hypnotized, it won't be long,
'til Something goes horribly wrong....

For how were the jolly hogs to know
That butchers sat in the fifth row?
As blades grew sharp, their haste did grow,
Impatient to get on the go,

The sows were deafened by the tune,
The boars blinded by drunkards view,
But tact is what the butchers do,
But time at hand is profit due...  

So nice the price of pork these days,
And chops and ribs are all the craze,
A roast in beer with honey glaze...
Makes fortunes for the butchers blades.

Had the swine been wise, for moments thought,
To greed they are cash to caught,
They could have run, they could have fought
And not been swine to the onslaught,

But they danced and sang, stupid and heavy
As butchers killed the swine of many,
That now sit in pieces, at a deli,
Their wage in wallet, meat in belly.