While lying in the bath
I heard footsteps on my roof
Not the delicate birdy sound
but something with a hoof

My imagination arose and
my thoughts were full of grief
Could it be the devil
or that cunning chimney thief

I looked to my window
as the curtains were ajar
Two eyes appeared so close to me
yet they were so afar

So, I pulled the curtains open
to see a squirrel hanging from my gutter
I smiled and I did wave to him
as a crowd gathered and started to mutter

I tried to explain to the police
of what did occur
The judge shouted guilty
suspended for a year

So, the moral of this story
next time you wallow with a bubble
Don’t jump up and open the curtains
or you’ll surely be in trouble

There are some days
when
        you
              just
                    don'­t
              want
           to
      do

a      y    h     n  
    n     t      i      g

and you just wanna sit around
   and eat food and...
       and feel depressed

THEN
you run into your friend
and your friend's like 'we don't do that around here buddy'

Snuggy ****** of a curled up cat by
   the fire
Furry faced, smiley headed, svelte
   purveyor of the big meow
Purring away like a Geiger counter,
If you seek Nirvana then seek no
   more, it's here
The Cat, she knows.

[birds cawing, screeching]
“Mommy dearest I'm bleeding
Through birth I’m feeling”
[trees are leaving]
Grown feet and with large strides
“They leave me here and go elsewhere”
To live, birth, and strive
“Now I’ve got nowhere but the cells in my veins to hide
Where I weep to sleep because pain has sent me
Staggering into a sunset invisible to me”
[not meaning to make it about she,
but conclusions arise that we can’t defeat]
[background chatter stimulates the flight of bees]
[buzzing fills the air, men feel suffocated
and can’t see their free seeping
through their fingers like the sand on the shore
where they’ve left their boats]
[They leave these boats with no mind
even though their fathers planted the trees
who gave their all
to be built into a ship
strong enough to carry the sun]

Why.

Is is impossible to happen
Or is the world just too cruel

Do warnings slides by
Is my hope far too high

For this damaged world
To rewind

And if we can live the way we were
Be not blind

Terrorism. Drugs. Brutal wars- and lies sweet as honey
******, ****, kidnap, robbery, and greedy thrives for money.
Pollution to our precious Earth that was given to us. And evil roaming.

Why.

I must be pure. I don't understand the evil in human hearts and hands splattered with blood.

I've always wanted a place of pure and good. Is it just that hard? To not pick the fruit out of Garden of Eve?

Respect. Obey. I guess we, the humans, were terrible at that.
A one simple command. But we can't obey it.

But it's not our fault. We were built like that.

Still.... I just wish the world was a happy place...

With no war

With no despair

With no cries

With no ******

With no wailing of mother

With no homeless

With no pollution

With no divorce

With no evil...

Hey. Don't judge. It's just my hope for the world.

Were you given a star at school for good work?
a smiley face, very good or well done was a perk
I took all of these smiley faces into my soul
guaranteed for life to sustain my future role

Remember how art caught you out - I made a mess
and yet disaster was suddenly made good - more or less
now, woodwork led me to a great cutting edge
being allowed to take home my work was a privilege

metalwork taught me that flux was softer than butter
the words that arose within me - if only I could utter
mathematics made me figure things out - nothing I would lack
but when the master saw my red socks - he said: 'Get to the back.'

Then there was English - the best language to swear in,
such great enlightenment and depth will never come again