Melting snow and chill winds.
Wisconsin spring days,
where the only heat is the sun's rays
through a clear sky.
***** snow piles
on the sides of the street in the city.
Puddles on cracked concrete.
The scent of unveiling foliage
on the breeze.
Quiet moments alone,
the calm before the storm.
Dead to the world
but never feeling so alive
as thoughts creep in.
Wishing things could've been different
Wishing no one had to be wounded so.
Take me back to slow life.
Take me back to no cares.
I wasn't planning to survive.

I was standing in the rain
So used to all the pain
It was all for your gain
In my eyes you could see the strain
The light was out of reach
In fact, there was no such thing
It was dark
I was alone
Then, in came a spark
I found my way out

A friend reached out not long after
I was pulled into his arms
I felt safe
Away from harm

He held me tightly not letting go
I was no longer part of your show
Things started to grow
We fell in love in March
Not knowing where to start
All we did was talk for hours
Staring at each other like towers
It became clear
We wanted each other near

My mind started to wander
All I did was grow fonder
At the same time the doubts crept in
Not knowing if I was growing thin

He looked in my eyes
he said he knew something was wrong
He read me as if I were a book
That made me even more hooked
I finally understood
Just how love actually looked

We fell in love in March
Not knowing where to start
Now it's July
I no longer have to hide or lie

I think it's safe to say now
The worst is over
I find myself in the clovers
With you only closer
My dearest friend and lover
Metal heads and dreamers

Man enters the tavern                            
Claps down some cash and outbursts ;
                                                       'Thirsty Things Firstly !'
The barman evaluates his condition      
And provides a session brew

Man tilts toward potential company
(a ferrety bloke in the shadows)
"Pull up that stack of milk crates        
                 And halve a heart with me"
(he earns a quick friend                      
                         in a tolerant stranger)

Soon fellow gaspers fill out the gloom
And an eve of humour descends
Though soon upending
Gourds downed the gullet
Sunk ugly into the scene
The tippling wit drags the night
              to the Slurry Pit

things turn Psychologically Rugged
his Mates soon round on him
bulldozing at the Elbows
saying he's a Cheapskate
they Berate him with rigorous Rattleprat
he's been goated with the Cain's mark
they tousle his crown malicious
Thorough in his cups and eaves
he mumbles and leaves
heaving up bile words
unheard              
gurgle
over
his
shoulder

outside is dark and harsh
Outside the whole wild world does wail and weary
drunkenly
he sings to match its melancholy
but sadness lifts with his altered view
he sees 'a flock of moons' weigh down the sky
and natures churn                                    
                     makes a phosphorescent stew of it all
... decay                        
                 to lifes' celebration

Like Japanese iris,
she shines with raindrops in the sun.
A blossoming grace in silence.
A new butterfly in flight.

She was in green, like the approaching springs

Her allure like the blooming flower it brings