The Bye an Bye..

Breaking through the morning mist,
elicit dreamer dares to hope.
Lightning forks has boldly kissed,
layers of grass on steepest slope.

Surely I have witnessed fair,
Breath taking sights no others see.
As frankest breeze parts each hair,
minds kick back, as I dream free.

Walking on wonders storied in mime,
night releases me from dark as I.
Create for each of us a better time,
drawn, are those images of bye an bye.

For you I am dying
I am thine
I do not want to worm my way into your affections; neither do I want to inveigle myself to your heart
So I chase after you onerously
But even if I win your love it would be a pyrrhic victory because I would have lost so much energy
And that’s the worst part

Can I be your dog,dog?
I will protect us on a jog, jog,
I will be your friend,
and embarrass you to no end.

I will be your dog, dog,
I will tangle your feet, for a spill,
as we roll down the hill,
I will bark to tell you off,
I will keep my hair nice and soft.

Can I be your dog, dog,
I will tangle your feet for a spill,
as we roll together down the hill,
I will bark at you to tell you off,
I will keep my hair nice and soft.

My view of a proper education:
Not only knowledge accumulation
Using civil and moral expression
Mark of enduring civilization

The burn fires of corpses litter the road like refuse
Competing with the inferno on buildings
A juxtaposition of evil
Reminds me of a black sabbath
A demonic Guy Fawkes Night
A ghostly spectacle
Fills me with terrors of hell
The tremors of a child trapped in a well.

for a moment
he is here
hearing
the clink of dishes
the sound of running water
the occasional squeak
of oversized dish gloves
and the silverware

ringing like the triangle
he played
in symphonic band

and then he is lost
in thought
about the girl he asked
to prom
who played the clarinet

and the taste of her kiss
and the light blue sway
of her sun dress
and then a year of
smattered memories

he could tell you
what it sounds like
to drain the water

Standing before the mirror I see
an image of what I look like to others
what they may make of me.

May be I am judged by my looks
what I wear to cover my hide
well groomed hair, a stubble, shoes_

Perhaps I am noticed among masses
because of my tattoo,
Omega watch or Rayban glasses.

Is that me, a mere image in the eyes
judged by my looks, like merchandise
in Ads or a flamboyant mannequin?

I like when we live in a halcyon space,
where but understanding is persistence,
where loving hearts are what we all embrace,
then no evil powers are in existence.

I like when we don't pass the hatred speech,
then only caring messages prevail,
when the unreachable hearts can be reached,
and through solace seas soul_boats have to sail.

So, the peace buds burgeon, and are a bloom.
while hate in cradle dies, with its cousin, gloom.

like two fish
taken from different parts
of the sea
and put in the same
pet shop aquarium
I liked your stripes
and your smile
you my spots
and my moves
so we swam
everywhere together
under the arch
by the seaweed trees
beneath a golden “sun”
until you were bought
for $10.50
the price of our
betrayal

In the golden light of forever
shes skipping and dancing about.
She's running along with unicorns
of this dears I have no doubt.
 
On earth she was a treasure
that god had lent for a while,
gentle blessings were bestowed
from her laugh and in her smile.

Warm baths and warm hands
some of her favourite things,
nail polish of various colours,
until she heard an angel sing.