Don't let thoughts drag you down,
No need to wear such frowns,
Don't let the bastardos win,
Greet such people with a grin,
Make your own motivation, indeed,
Productive, but rest as well, prithee,
Make the most of today's interim,
Yes, that's the way, carpe diem!!!

That crazy little thing. 
Have you ever been so attracted to someone that you can't even fully look at them. 

Not like you can't look at them like glance at them but you can't rely look at them. For when u pass at just even near them the connection is so strong, so deep that you feel as if everything moves in slow motion for the fear of the electricity sparking and making a new current. 

Eye contact is literally so dangerously impossible for the fear of exposing your soul's window and the curtain being left opened has made you tangled and enraptured so vulnerably not only lost in your transparency but also in how willing you are to be seen and to see the deepest most intense free side of someone. 
Have you ever had a small chance to be with this person. Where all the intimacy of souls and the electrical current could have been placed to start a fire that would have burned for energy and warmth. But instead of being the carpe to the diem you waited and avoided and lost that moment.

I hate flying alone, so
travel the world with me...
Think of all the places we'll see,
all the people we'll meet,
all the food we'll eat and
all the languages we'll learn.
We'll get to see the
greatest art piece... the world.
At the end of it all
we'll have discovered new things
and have stories to tell
.... we'll have memories to share...

Canvas with oil painting upon the beach backdrop rile imagination,
With the couple dancing in the sandy ocean bank.

The lady in red curves with the wind,
While the gentleman leads with a waltz.

It's this fantasy that drives our inner movement,
And like a music we follow the tune of the moments,
While define the characters within our actions!

If a painting spoke to me,
I believe "The Singing Bulter" was saying Carpe Diem,
Because dancing in the wind is living in the moment.

To dressed to impress,
True to the movement,
Being one with each other!

It is the sweet taste in the air,
For nothing in the world matter but that moment,
Because love needs no words to express a thought.

So say "The Singing Butler!"

It's hard to seize the day
with such
slender hands.

How can something good suddenly turn bad
Like at a moment you were laughing
And then suddenly you were crying
How can life be so unfair?
Can it just be fair?

But then again... What is the thrill?
We would never learn what is good from bad
Without the other happening
We would never appreciate the value
Of things if life is fair

That, I think, is the irony of life
We can never have just one
It must always come in two's
Something good and something bad
We can never really choose

So, carpe diem, they said
Let us just seize the day
Live the moment
Because we only live once
Might as well enjoy it

Part one and two
                                                       I
She looked …how?
Like she’d been broken,
Her heart, has, now
Been lost, stolen….

By the sting,
And eyes that hide,
Overwhelming,
Hidden lies.

Like a rose,filled all with spikes...

                                                    ­    II
Red and green,
It's all a lie,
But desire,
Kept her high.

All is carpe,
And diem,
Regret meets after,
Home, the sin.

Follow pleasure,
And you will write,
A love letter,
Filled with lies.

As the day breaks and the shards embed in your soles,
Tread lightly.
Don't be the one to take away the glare;
A blanket that draws you -
Hand over brow for an empty salute -
To the vast empty spaces where
You hold the only shade.

If you're who I want to be,
You'll give it back as you found it.
Calmly picking up the splinters
And trying to make it right;
Right so the slow tick lines up with the
Imperceptible order of things and no one feels uneasy;

So no one shivers as you cast it back to the horizon,
Waiting once again for the ricochet.

"Carpe Diem!"
Scream at the top of my lungs
Making this my theme
Letting it roll off the tongue

Seize the day
Make it my own
No matter what they say
Let my opinion be shown

**** out the marrow
Enjoy every minute
Dodge all the arrows
Put my whole heart in it

Don't choke on the bone
Don't lose my pure motives
Keep my mind in the zone
Be sure, not just sort of

Take the bull by the horns
Wake up in reality
Or the mind will be scorned
Go against the normality

Yell back at the world
I can make my stand
Hurricane in a whirl
Of what they have planned

Do my own thing
Swim against the tide
Let my voice sing
My opinion will not hide

I will not conform
It is overrated
It may cause a storm
But my opinion shall be stated.

The sun is shining so make your hay.
You may not get another day.
You may not get another chance.
To sing that song or dance that dance.
That open hand and friendly smile...
...it might not be there in a while
That golden opportunity,
may not become reality.  
As sometimes chances do not wait
for people who procrastinate.
Life changes course upon the breeze.
So chase your chances, run and seize...
...the life you want and hold it strong.
But know you may not have it long.
Things will not always go your way.
But the sun is shining. So make your hay.