eyes droop
mind-in-a-loop
darkness surrounds
misery abounds

longing for escape
to break free from waters
that stifle and suffocate
in private quarters

i hear the rain
as constant pain
no reprieve
can't self-deceive

i long for air
for light,
but am sunk in despair
no respite

roller-coaster roundabout of life
the hurt, anguish, unending strife,
no strength to take a knife
no strength to end this life

best batten down the hatches
lock the doors with latches
give gasoline and matches
hurrah for quick dispatches

It was in the woods
A small cabin
Far from the bustle of the city
Almost buried by trees
In all shapes and sizes
In the fall, it becomes an orchestra of colors
Bright oranges, reds and yellows
The cabin was made out of wood
It had a simple design
Yet it was pure heaven
Comfortable in every way
There was a stillness to it
Which was peaceful and harmonious
The air was always fresh
Especially in autumn
When it became crisp
At night when the wind blew
The leaves would rustle
Making a pleasant sound
It was almost too good to be true
A little bit of heaven
The cabin

Sea's a-coming as a fountain
When she comes,
As the snow melts off snow-mountain
When she comes,
Sea's a-coming that's for certain,
Coming as a fountain,
Coming as a fountain
When she comes.

Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”,
Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”,
Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee, Aye Aye Yippee”,
“Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”.

Sea'll be coming with great forces
When she comes,
As she over-floods her courses
When she comes,
With the governments' endorses,
There'll be floods from all her sources,
Floods from all her sources when she comes.

Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”,
Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”,
Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee, Aye Aye Yippee”,
“Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”.

Oh, we'll all be overheated
When she comes,
Oh, the land will be defeated
When she comes,
Oh, we'll all go underwater,
we'll all go underwater,
all go underwater
When she comes.

Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”,
Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”,
Singin’ “Aye Aye Yippee, Aye Aye Yippee”,
“Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye”.

There'll be no more pink Bahamas
When she comes,
No more margaritas
When she comes,
There'll be no more margaritas
On the pink sands of Bahamas,
On the pink sands of Bahamas
When she comes.

tapping on the door
filtered into my dreams
deep into my core
where life's not all it seems

it called me down from heights
shouting from afar
held on to its rights
as uncouth, loud film-star

i scraped through layer'd consciousness
caught amongst the briars
where all of matters dissonant
lusts and strange desires
memories beyond cognisance
images, ideas,
assume most hostile stance
and lie as tripping-wires

till I tumbled into renaissance
as dream like match expired,
extricat'd from barb o' lance
disoriented, groggy, tired,
as roused from petit-mal,
as babe from birth-canal.
Stumbled across the floor,
There was no-one at my door
Now, stranded on seashore
i close my eyes once more

Diamond-studded, velvet black,
skies invite eyes to search
to wonder at the planets' track
angels on their perch

Endless their revolution
no false step or fall
perfection in execution
Of their Master's call

the stars on high stand forever
testimony to their Creator
the amicable Restaurateur,
Inventor, Innovator

near the water, 'n verdant rushes,
on a summer evening late,
hiding 'neath the dog-rose bushes
where pond-skaters feed and mate,
on the slithery grassy *****
above the bank of sand
there I saw Joy and Hope
sitting hand in hand

ere the golden crimson sun
had disappeared 'neath the waters
ere the twilight had begun
ere daylight sought its quarters
I heard the sound of echo'd laughter
as ripples in the water
as a melody from hereafter
sound of Joy and Hope that sought her

gone were the works of man,
steel and concrete temple,
gone were the ordered plans
of buildings regimental,
gone were the pinks and greys
of black 'n urban roadways,
all i saw was light of day
aflame with gold, salmon sun-ray