A flower so beautiful
Yet so brittle
A rare possibility.
Growing spontaneously
In a garden of engenuity
Where everything is
So complex..
Each new bloom
Is more diverse
Than next
The garden now seen..
From a place
Where everything
Is exaclty the same..
Where the rose
Is suspected
As just a flower
With the ability
Of love
No sense of devour
And as ignorant
As those
As the "ability"
To judge..
Love
As a meaningless..
Possibility
Than those who see..
Only a garden of snakes..
Will never dine
In the peasants inn
Of heritage and courage
Because he who sees
Only a flower
As a plant..
Is as ignorant as..
Those self dignified
To sign loans and
Grants..
What if the flower
Is more than we see
What if trapped inside
The mind of a person..
Not recognized
By society..
The flower is more
Than we can identify...
Just don't forget..
Your opinion..
Can brittlize..
The fragments of
What's left of it..
Because in the end...
Even love
Calls quits

To the girl that stole my heart
The same woman who broke it
Moon light shows the truth
And valentines day provoked it..
Back from trade school I ventured
Forever was the plan
And you would never leave me
A loyal worthy man
Day drags me into worry
So thoughts invade my head
Much too soon to realize
For I was far from dread
Promises like pills and poison
You dosed me while unknowing
Didn't realize you were playing
Really had me going
Even now I see only apathy
Mean words wont wash away in time
It kills me to have to say it
Anyway read the 1st word a line

Mother, mother guns everywhere
I woke up—the blood on their faces
The rats are out of their lair
Peasants shiver at their terrible aces

Mother, mother a rifle on your head
The place is on a storm , help me
I looked back but everyone is dead
The darkness slowly swallows me

Mother, mother abandon any hope
There is none to find, none to hold
If dying is freedom, then life is in the rope
My mind blazed in agony, but tears
stained cold

Mother, mother tell me goodbye
I'll close my eyes, remain unfeeling
As I bring your face in me until I die
Even though that thought will have
me hurting

I saw this lady in North Street
Who walks in mystery,
Her eyes, mild, teary
Though her lips turns cheery

A muse in a daydream
Her grace, heaven's beam
Suddenly, from her came a scream
Like a gust of an impatient steam

She flew out in a rampage
A lioness unkempt from the cage
Frenzy in her madness she'd wage
To anyone who was not on her page

In this affair, I deeply despaired
But to contain her I couldn't have dared
I felt something off—weird
One by one, to me everyone stared
Like a freak show they feared

Curses quickly pooled at my feet
Blasphemy hurled at a moment of heat
I wept, baffled in quiet defeat
For it was then I became the strange
lady of North Street