You listened, drifting

in that half asleep

dream world-

a tiger roared

a brave tree fell,

crashing

and black

thunder grumbled

outside your window,

quietly,

whispering

don’t tell

The world comes to life,

As a new day dawns;

The freeze is now over,

Frosty winter now gone.

The creatures all wake

From their deep sleep.

Now through the land

Does warmth truly seep.

Drop, drop went the rain

Wet ground is so slippery

Here comes green all over

Forgotten by their own,

Forgotten by the world,

To a place farther than disaster

Only to see more.

Peril in the ocean and in the wind

Has left them lost.

Bright and lively no more,

No more faces of affection.

We are the orphans

We do not have our mother

We are the orphan

I am the loyal servant

To a darker kind of master

When asked bout our lord,

My brethren bow their heads in shame

While I raise my head in pride

And my twin does the same.

But then my twin abandoned us

Why can't you ever be true to you and to me.

You cell me everything I want to hear but nothing you mean.

You always make me sad but you never know.

You never cared although you say you do.

Am I wrong to believe you all the time?

We live on our floating planet,

this hunk, this rock,

we are so small. 

Every day, I walk along the same road,

A path of work and play, the route I know.

Every day, I carry the same, tiring load,

A burden of hopes, fears, and woe.

Does it end where it all began?

Since the death of my mother

Something inside is broken

from deep deep

within

I feel like I’ve sinned

Thoughts ramble through my head

I feel like I too want to be dead

When you look into a window

What do you see?

A face staring back at you,

As happy as can be

You ask the face a question

Why do you smile so much?

What is this nonsense that a school represents?

It teaches the ways of a trained money controlling society

I dwell in the essence of my mind knowing they don’t have me convinced

I’m an individual and I will not be another part of the variety

Hawk upon blue sky

Soaring above brook and spring

On the endless high

I want to touch a tree.

Not just any tree.

A tree with big green leaves.

I miss the shade trees

give on hot summer days.

The way they smelled, not

like a flower, just the

overall smell of nature.

I want to sit on

He is anchored to the cold room’s center

By metallic, unused fetters

Reluctance is his parapet and it’s likely to collapse

He lies amidst rusted traps

He is the first catch.

Among the freezing breeze of swastikas,

The only awakened robot

Was the word of the innocent.

II

She was of three hearts,

Like a sphinx,

Child, escapist, and thief.

III

I would say that by noon my

Heart really knew my purpose

My goals, the plan for rescue.

I would say that it’s better

To never regret, never take back,

Try not to be a brat.

I know that life is better when

One is not alone.

Just as wild and just as true,

I’m every bit as dark as you.

I would not show it on my face,

But I’ve learned your secret, silent grace.

Your gait is sure as the day is fair

And filled with ling’ring subtle air,

Melodies of pandemonium

Fill my ears with a silent hum

Black is everything we have found

White is everything without sound

And as lunacy ensues without ceasing

And pain takes hold without releasing

Swirling colors cease to blend

Falling , falling down to earth

toward the place I was given birth

I close my eyes and count to three

A sad requiem for an unknown dream.

Why is it that people of this nation

Are only in it for the fascination?

Always on the run

He carries his equipment

He carries his uniform

He carries his ammunition

And his weapons

But he carries much more

He carries his heart

His memories

Though most importantly

Reading should never just be

considered an option.

A life without reading, not

understanding words, only

spots on a page, with the power

to change worlds, but they’re

dead without a voice, no meaning

till they’re read.

On the third day, we took the shortest way

Climbed a mountain and I stayed

Found my wings, and dropped down

While I died, heard a sound

And the sound told me things

That had once pulled my strings

Then I saw my true self

Sometimes when I sit in my room I think of home

I think of all the things I miss and how I’m alone

In all the loneliness I get consumed in sadness and fear

Then I feel the pain as I shed a tear

Sometimes when I’m in my room and I’m entrapped in silence

I hate putting my family through pain

If I could wrong my rights I would be sane

Until that point I hang my head in shame

I wish not but blame myself

In real life things don’t have outlines.

The milkman used to come up this way,

Bringing us his creamy milk, and stories, back in the day.

A dusty train followed him, rising up into the sky,

His buggy drove low, but his spirits sang high.

In my mind, I still see his horse-drawn car,

The sky is bright

But the Stars are cold

Like eyes, they twinkle

Ancient and old

Looking down on the Earth far below

They watch and wait,

And what’s more, they know

They look down, older than time

Staring at me

Hearing the phantom calls of the organ,

And the soft murmur of the church choir,

Awakened from sleep with a feeling she couldn’t describe,

She got out of bed and followed it outside.

A careful mist lay over her small town, a light shield of protection.

A lonely man sits on the side of the road

He sings a song,

La, la, la.

He stops, silence.

Red, green, yellow, red, green, yellow

The light keeps turning

Over and over

But no one is in sight, besides the lonely man