As the grass grew
I cut it
I didn't think about it
I just shaved it
Again
Again
Again

Have you ever been outside?
It's slow.
Have you ever seen the grass?
It's slow.
I watched the grass for an hour today.
I didn't see any change.
Yet somehow the grass kept growing
Just to get cut down on saterday
Because when grass stops growing,
It dies.

Every week when i cut the grass
I looked in the mirror
I shaved my beard
I didn't see any change
Weeks whent by
I didn't grow
Am i alive?

I thought of the boy who has yet to be the best of himself. I thought of how the love I felt for him seemed like a crooked line, wanting to bend and curve into any shape possible. I thought of how his words enraptured me like a tornado with its never-ending cyclonic movement; a cycle of feeling the rush of breathlessness. I thought of how the boy has my heart and mind racing in a circle. I thought of how he was soon to grow into a hurricane, ready to captivate others beside me. I thought again of how he has yet to be the best of himself; give him a thousand rotations of the clock to grow. But I realized how much better I can be for him by then, when now he has already gotten the best of me.

Impervious to the oscillating fans of time
It ran into all man made obstacles
The question burned on the final cross
“Were you the real master all this time?”
Until I staked it with the sword of progress
Soon enough, we turned into rats
A sense of humor was well written
Into the natural order of all things
But I still had to pick off dead skins
From my head onto the winds
Leading me to self-deprecate
I wondered, what was the point?
Grasping at that marage of me
Burning homework in fifth grade
Pillars of bright fuzzy bliss
Surrounded the flames around
I climbed and I climbed up one
Until I reached a pulsating hue
I touched it and the bell rang
I looked down to see superiors
Laughing, for I had to fall down
Then, I felt the rope burn

With the moon I change night in and out continuously through cycles of light and darkness, through tides high and low. I alternate between every shade in between but never purely black or white. I am flawed, and I am god. I am hidden, but I radiate.

Fell the Christmas tree
for us to dress
and pine-scent our homes
in weeks of Nativity.

Discard the Christmas tree,
as January blows in
and the council men come
to clear the needled streets.

Forget the Christmas tree
as we start again
and media’s ‘Blue Monday’
brings the suicide spree.

Grow the Christmas tree
for us to dress,
pine-scent our homes
and delay unwelcome reverie.

Past the twin suns was a place known as the Angels twilight.  I ride on my Lightcycle to a strong disturbance that emits from this beautiful place.  A planet that was once so full of light has been engulfed in vile dead shadow.  Creatures known as Behemoths have taken over the planet.  They have covered the sky in black shadow creating eternal nights.  Many armies try to no avail to stop these giant wicked creatures.  Many are dying and soon there will be no one left.  I then begin to play the harp of the star serpent.  It is made of sapphire light with golden light strings.  The song I play opens up a small hole in the shadow filled sky letting in the twin sun light for just a moment.  

The next song I play is the melody of Secalos.  The song could be heard across the entire dark planet.  The fighting stops and all of the Behemoths rush toward me.   There were hundreds of them.  They towered toward the dark sky.  And then from above thunder drummed alongside my song.   The Blue star dragon broke through the darkness!  His lightning blue body shined like a sun in the sky!  He then took in a tornado of a breath an released a white pillar of light into the sky above.  All of the darkness seem to shatter all at once letting dawn appear.   The morning brought upon smiles and tears to all the people who had been living in darkness for so long.  

The Behemonths were dying in the light.  Secalos then released a second blast made of blue light into the darkness that was left.  Screams of darkness faded as it turned back into light.  Secalos and I headed back toward the stars in different directions.   Hoping that this race will find peace in the lighting of their darkest time.

The flowing water in the dawns mist
Whispers memories of our youthful bliss

Carried away, downstream, endlessly
Into the open arms of a restless sea

This shall be the place we forever rest
Intertwined and woven like the cape weavers nest

Never again to know solidarity
Cradling the life of tomorrow is our apogee

Nations rise and nations fall
The great trade places with the small
Those countries which rise above them all
Have the greatest distance to fall