a ladybug in spacious blue
splattering specks of red and black
with miniature aerial stunts
that speckle through uncaring air

it takes a keen eye to notice
a ladybug in spacious blue
a tiny snippet of fancy
in the otherwise simple sky

whizzing past wonderfully so
no trail or perfect plan concerns
a ladybug in spacious blue
her patterns flying forward fast

unhindered by specks of debris
fitting an insect debonair
sweetly dressed for a world's party
a ladybug in spacious blue

She always look outside her door
Or stay beside her window pane
She wants to know and see much more
Her neighbor’s deeds and what they gain


She has to meet the rich and poor
She always look outside her door
But that motive of yesterday
Gone with the wind, t’was blown away


She’s now but an observant one
Who always judge and sneers at man
She always look outside her door
Seems she forgot what is life  for


This poor woman, she never know
That now she looks like a scarecrow
Her feet stands flat on the floor
She always look outside her door.

The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
While sailors grieved 'bout homeland far
For eyes couldn't see that distant place
Where sun shines bright and night has stars.

As drowning sun was bleeding red
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
'Bout Mothers ailing far away
And children weeping in dismay.

The horizon at distance glowed
While winds convulsed the sailors' hearts
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
When twilight welcomed the North Star.

The bright full moon propelled the tides
Which gave the ships new lease of life
As sailors left the shores in haste
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs.


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Sooner or later, night finds you
taking matters in your own hand
malice aforethought by demand
detach the bone from the sinew.

The red light special feeling blue
sooner or later, night finds you
working ******* track, selling this
customer zipper lip service.

No one cares...sign off to the side
a wishing well puddle of pride
sooner or later, night finds you
hat in hand for a meal or two.

****** wrists wipe away the rue
vestigial seems the mirror
memory blurs the truth clearer...
sooner or later, night finds you.

Wishful thinking of us entwined
Romantic meals we wined and dined
Such perfect times that we both shared
Promises of love that we both shared

Holding hands our love so divine
Wishful thinking of us entwined
Under full moon we planned our dreams
Romantically and so serene

Ecstasy with a single touch
Pleasured, enraptured by our love
Wishful thinking of us entwined
Words of love for you, I would find

Dreams we cherish sometimes die
The ones we loved have chosen lies
My broken heart for now I pine
Wishful thinking of us entwined

The waves whispered into my ears

Lyrical notes of songs unknown

Which mingled with the whisky fumes

To feed my senses on those tunes.



When the seaside lass held my gaze

The waves whispered into my ears

'Bout how the breeze played with her hair
And how the moon couldn't help but stare.



While whisky saved its magic spell

For stories, only time would tell

The waves whispered into my ears

To warn me that love could bring tears.



The playful breeze still brought her scent
Albeit the sun shower made her dance
Enchanted by my April muse

The waves whispered into my ears.



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This, the secret fate of all life
forever trapped in a locked room
delusions of grandeur are rife
chain links chiming hope in the brume.

Sooner or later, night finds you
this, the secret fate of all life
death is the groom that seeks a wife
to divorce and marry anew.

For better or worse, down will come
the upper crust cut with a knife
this, the secret fate of all life
best intentions first to sucuumb.

Zeitgeists eclipse the long bright dark
yellow spiral reign, flat and stark
reincarnate to reckon this strife,
that, the secret fate of all life.

For better or worse, down will come
heaven: the wife I have and hold
smooth and warm like a shot of ***
her heart made of pure, solid gold.

Bad hands still get played where I'm from
for better or worse, down will come
for those that would take me for chump
up my sleeve fell the fatal trump.

When the lights go out...that is me
sound suppressing louche stridency
for better or worse, down will come
loose ends a means to zero sum.

Ghosts hide and seek confrontations
not smart enough to know they're dumb
signposts at omega stations
for better or worse, down will come.

Forever trapped in the locked room
buoys floating through darkened seas
each of us was born in a tomb
we may desecrate as we please.

Shadow puppets dance and sashay
forever trapped in the locked room
masks of rationale we assume
the yellow king is on his way.

Infernal planes spiral open
most minds are not fit to plume
forever trapped in the locked room
little priests find all keys broken.

A flat circle of our chagrin
dreams of being a person loom
this has and will happen again
forever trapped in the locked room.