Coco and Minnie
Minie is Minnie
Pitch black with amber eyes
Two full moons on an autumn night
Untamed and toiling with mischief
Coco is Coco
Smooth white with brilliant blue eyes
Restless oceans of spontaneity
As tempered as Neptune
If they've taught me anything
It's that I am out of control

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

-W. H. Auden

I have read you
A lifetime
And all you heard
Was yourself

Show me where the rainbow ends
Where the colors fade
Black and white begins
Where is the line between the truth
and a lie
Whether your happy or sad
You still cry
Is knowledge an illusion
An unobtainable thing
We lack the first note
Of a song we wish to sing
Yet we dance about this rock
we call home
Singing away as if we were alone
Two eyes so I can see
But the blind know as much as me
The mind is a house of locked doors
Endless stairs and untouched floors

You can shame the lion
For having claws
When your bravery ends
At your finger tips

Who will you turn to
When the fire dies
When the wolves circle

My eyes my eyes
They tell me lies
I know my ears
Have failed
For years
The light shines on
an elaborate illusion
A prickly rose bush
Of confusion
From the pedals
To the thorns
Ignorance is torn
I savored the sweet sent of roses
An now find myself sinking
Into the dust

You wouldn't cry
If you needed
To hold it in

I can't begin to know
Where your troubles
Begin

Rain will nurture crops
Floods will destroy villages