facing fate,
lacking grace.
throw the woes, to the sewer grate.
the rain weeps, it seeps,
all misses my face.
a cold steel on my cheek,
sets my sate.

But enough rain comes,
past sewer's sum,
the wave shall come
and come and come.

Sweep me  
with a mighty typhoon,
up into
Neptune's Lampoon,
until my fingers
get a set of nice prune

"The rests of the music of my life
Ring louder than the notes"

So what if the rests resonate loudly than the notes?!
I say let them ring!

Let them halt the loudness of the chorus,
or the orchestra,
or the band.
Show everyone silence is a sound too!

Music isn't all about triumphant horns or beating drums,
And neither is life!

The beauty of silence in music goes largely unrecognized.

And the same thing goes for the music of life.

And you might be waiting for your next note,
Sitting, waiting; as you read the music.
And when the rest ends,
You will know it was needed to magnify the note.
So let the rests ring.

Stars move in dark sky.
White dragon flies with the night.
Cold, dark; beautiful.

I eat a petal off the flower
Of the flower of your love
Tangible,
Edible,
But otherwise forgettable

Headlights on highway
Trying not to sleep or think
Slight left or slight right