flower petals softly fall
to land about my feet
and cover up the blood and tears
I know abide beneath
their soft pink silk
is pure and clean
before it hits the earth
but red with blood
and black with hate
as time plays out its curse
and I just watch in silent pain
as petals fall like snow
the blameless victims in a war
that lays our people low

Don’t you worry darling,
Now’s not the time for fears;
Don’t you fret my darling,
For I will dry your tears.

Though the world may crumble ‘round us
And though the sky may fall,
Don’t be sad my darling,
For I’m not sad at all.

You’re all I ever wished for
And all I’ve ever loved,
You are my joy, my guiding light,
My sun in skies above.

So now that shadows threaten,
I’ll be your light in turn,
And if the world is ending,
Together we will burn.

Buzzing jumbled garbled speaking
Noisome nonsense pressing in
Laughter anger curses feelings
Pouring out in heedless din
Tumbling torrents words and phrases
Lines and essays floating by
Waves of sound sweep past my eardrums
Pressing closing passing gone

I may not be quite pretty
And I may not be that smart
But there are things that I can see
With only just my heart

I see that there are always some
Who just don’t seem to care
Who’ll take your heart and rip it out
And lay your feelings bare

But wait and watch and you will see
That hate does not trump light
That threads of friendship and of love
Will guide you through the night

They’ll wrap around your broken heart,
Your shattered dreams renew,
And they are there for everyone,
For me as well as you

So, to be, or not to be?
Well, what is it to be me?
Who can say, and who can know,
I am everywhere I go.
I am who I listen to,
I am everything I do,
I am what I think and feel,
All I know is not what’s real.
Who am I, and should I be?
What is it, really, to be me?

Only if
If only I
Wishes
Dreams
Are washed away

Tomorrow
Today
And yesterday
Are points on the line
Of time

Red ink
Lines my faults
Marking my mistakes
And failures

Black ink
Tells my story
Speaking of the past
And my regrets

Blue ink
Writes my future
Guiding my tomorrow
And today

Smudged ink
Shows my fear
Telling of my worries
And my pain

Inky pages
Are my journey
Shaping who I am and
All I do

Blotted pages
In the book of time