obsessive or pure
deadly or wholesome feeling
suffer or embrace

i took a trip to paradise and as  i walked along
i heard a little  bluebird sing a lovely song
a lovely melody as gentle as can  be  
singing loud and clear singing it to me

walked a little further there up in a tree
i saw a squirrel playing as happy as can be
jumping branch to branch with his bushy tale
high up in the air he would gently sail

such a lovely day i had in paradise
everything so beautful and very very nice
i wont forget  my day and everything i saw
return again to paradise to see it all once more

Oh it tears me apart
rips me up and down
why can’t I just
love what I love
and have it

When you go
you take a piece of me,
and yet I am complete
more replete than I have ever been,
a fuller person than the one you would have known or seen,
I am myself, at last,
no longer victim to our complicated past,
and as we part of course there will be sorrow
for you it ends
for me I will step forward to tomorrow

There are bones in the wood;
cracking, groaning, shattering.
The skeleton of what could
Have
            Been

There are bones in the wood;
whistling, wailing, whispering.
The skeleton is not pure—not good
It
            Still
                        Has
           ­                         Flesh

This consistent need to change
This burning desire to be better
Am I slowly changing for good
Or is it good that I am changing ?
I think a lot, speak a little
I dream a lot, act a little
This constant void that I feel in my Life
Why, why, why, I think to myself yet again
Caught in this trap of monotonous mind battles