Roses Are Red,
Violets Are Blue,
It Was Just Last Summer,
The Summer Of You

My Lips Were Red,
Your Eyes Were Blue,
It Was Love At First Sight,
For Me More Than You

My Shirt Was Red,
Your Jeans Were Blue,
You Were My Bestfriend,
And I Was Yours Too

My Hair Was Red,
Your T-Shirt Blue,
We Fell In Love,
It Was Too Good To Be True

My Nails Were Red,
While Hers Were Blue,
But You Could Not Decide,
Which Appealed To You

The Sun Was Red,
But The Sky No Longer Blue,
Autumn Had Fallen,
And I Had Lost You

The Fire Is Red,
While My Soul Is Blue,
I Feel So Lonesome,
When I Think Of You

Golden Light Was Poured Into My Eye,
As It Enveloped My Shaking Fingers.
It Wrapped Around My Hoarse Voice,
As Though It Were An Elegant Scarf,
Keeping Me From The Cold.
The Light Found Itself Inside Of Me,
Sweeping Away The Dust Of Despair;
Ridding Me Of The Shadows Lurking
Behind My Heart.
Beams Poured Into My Mind,
Slicing Through The Grime And Grit
Of The Moments Which Chose To
So Selfishly Define Me.
Colors Emerged From My Parted Lips,
The Hues Which Have Been Treasured
Memories Of Autumn And Evenings.
A Metamorphosis Had Occured.
I Materialized From A Gray Husk
With Brilliant, Shimmering Wings.
I Am Radiant.
I Am Jubilant.
I Am Reborn.

Love Is A Disease,
And I Am Bound
To Illness

Gray
Has Begun
To Mask The Sun
As It Tries to Shine Upon
A Churning Stream Of Sorrow
Which Carves Steep, Sharp
Ledges Into My
Decaying
Soul
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From
A
Mound
Of
Gravel-like
Clay

The River Ice Has Begun To Vanish,
Famished, It Yeilds To The Sun,
Piece By Piece Its Body
Succumbs To Ripened
Heat; Slowly It
Is Devoured By
The Current
Until It Is
Gone:
Time
Eats Away
At The Winter's
Impending Hold
On The River's Bubbling
Laughter; Sought After Due
To Its Delightful Chattering
Which Gurgles Peacefully Within The
Tender Summer Nights Beneath The Stars

O, My Creator, Deliver Me From These Inquisitions,
Emancipate Me From These Wretched Oppositions,
Free Me From The Chains Of My Weary Disposition,
Envelop Me Within The Folds Of Your Holy Apparition

The Sun's Light Dwindled Along The Horizon,
Darkness Bruised The Ledges Of The Sky,
Summer's Vegetation Recoiled And Fossilized,
Within The Dark Soil's Crumbling Underlie

O, Glorious Divine Being, Act On My Requisition,
Extricate My Soul From It's Appalling Malnutrition,
This Tattered Mind Is A Degenerating Composition,
Let My Spine Sprout Wings To Carry Me To Redefinition*

Stars Emerged From The Depths Of The Heavens,
Holes Filtrating The Stale Air Circulating In Slime,
Oozing From A Fatal Virus They Referred To As Time