My lady,
I appear to thee.
My face scarred and one armed,
but with a pure heart.
I give you this rose
promising to love you
‘til death do us part.

You reject me.
I am confused
and in agony.

I was driven by a motivation
that was you, my lady
in my imagination
the real thing I wanted to happen.

I appear to thee.
My face scarred and one-armed,
but with a pure heart.
I give you this rose
promising to love you
‘til death do us part.

You take me as yours
with your heart
not your eyes.
You make me beautiful
and happy inside.

When in reality,
I know I’m hideous
and broken.
Cursed
to dream on in fantasy.

Welcome to the Land of Wonder
Everything is an array of colors
And it leaves you time to ponder
Thinking of one another

You might get down Alice
Think of yourself less than others
But that heart will never fill with malice
And you will never be a bother

We sit in the land of wonder
So alone and wanting a light
For too long they shunned her
Dimming her light that was so bright

Take a seat next to the Hatter
Have no fear
You do Matter
Good times are near

We all can’t be happy in a land of wonder
Feeling like we don’t matter is natural
No one will remember us latter
But for now everyone will remember you as beautiful

So many are made better by your presence
We just don’t know that sometimes
If you were gone we would have no essence
Without that love we wouldn’t shine

That cat kept talking about you his name was Chester I think
Always the same how he said that this girl was so great
He always said how he was glad he met her
That girl was you Alice because you make others better

So stay as long as you need
We are here for you Alice
We would be worse off without you
Just ponder now in this land of wonder

I am white clouds
Immobile
Blue sky drifting
Apart from me cicadas buzz loudly
Bare back on hot cedar planks
Mindfulness in bloom
Ideas like dandelion seeds
Arise before floating beyond the roof line
I am time—
The lawnmover engine turns,
reality returns.

I would like to go swimming in
a meadow filled with bluebells,
an image for the day.

but for now
we're all swimming against the tide
hoping that we don't go under,
but hope is a peculiar fish
best served on a sunnier day.

If I could have my way
the bluebells would sway
as I splashed through the colour

I'm going to do it
strip right off and
dive into it,

we may have to clutch at straws
and such is life,
it doesn't mean that we can't
imagine
something better.

another day, another lotion,
sighed, “much rather be making potions.”

tedium, boredom, boil and bubble,
add a spice, then add it double,
stir it well and let it settle,
in a kettle,
made of metal.

what's your fancy, what's your trouble?
basin clogged with dwarven stubble?

make one balm,
you've made them all!
concoct a cream, a cream?—a cream!
one more grog burn,
swear I'll scream!

tedium, boredom, boil and bubble,
add a spice, then add it double,
stir it well and let it settle,
in a kettle,
made of metal.

give me dragons, give me daggers,
give me jewels with emerald feathers!
give me—“what?
what's this, right now?
of course I know exactly how!”

roots to find, true essence to distill,
adventure?
no, but pays the bills.

Feel the water
I know it's cold
You'll be better
That's what I've told

Shine a light
On my feet
Cause it's night
And I can't see

Find me a dime
To accompany
Read me rhyme
A little louder please

For it's the last time
That we meet
Time past by
Find a good deeds

As I might not come back
So have a drink
Be relaxed
Let it sink
To the deepest sack

Rome was me
Athena was you
Never the same
But equally powerful
So save me
As you might rule

They , the grass carps
eat away the algae of my brooding from the pond of my feelings.
Like painters , they paint the blank canvases of my life with unforgettable sweet and beautiful moments by their delicate and innocuous jacose paint brushes.

Tickling me with loads of laughter by their innocuous hilarious acts is their shadow.

Folding the tender age of the two little beauties into my palms for ever is my fantasy and living with their childhood memories shall be my ice cubes on my burning wounds.