Here comes Mighty Hero, proponent
of Industrialization, enemy of green.
Delicate petals of flowers shake
standing within grass like beauty queens.
If you hate grass, veil of queen,
then why you attack standing behind veil.
Numerous beauty queens trampled then
why you use any queen as shield.

Don't ever mistake hardy cactus for
delicate petals, in deserts it can survive
If you want to see mercy of the Mightiest
see Oasis, in extremes it thrives.
Here comes mighty hero and his cheap
remarks, clap, clap..and be 'gay'.
Unlike hypocrites, I love environment,
I love greenery, truth openly I say.

Let the dead leaves on numerous graves
your mighty hero's bravery speak.
Knowingly, unknowingly each bows
before God, see hero's shadow oblique.
Clap and whistle when brave hero burns
jungle green and its neighborhood.
Pollution and smokes are sure to
enter your houses then will it be good?

Don't pollute skies wide enough to fly
kites of all possible colours and hues.
Dare not destroy environment, never
cut green trees and berry laden yews.
Hypocrites! close your eyes, in seclusion
press bravery button with a glee.
Large mirror of conscience will appear
and a man very ugly, naked you'll see.

i love chocolate,
its more than just sugar,
sweet or bittersweet,
white,
dark,
milk,
eat it plain or mix it into something,
or just smell its tantalizing aroma,
whichever way you will smile,
chocolate is a universal answer,
cold=hot chocolate,
hot=chocolate milk,
stressed,
hungry,
sad,
angry,
try chocolate,
scientifically proven,
to release endorphins and serotonin,
so there's no need to feel guilty,
go ahead,
take a little bite

Saturday morning
we cuddle in bed
My sweet little owl,
her darling head
on the pillow next to me
as she chirps away,
welcoming morning
before it turns into day.
She tells me her stories,
of her dreams in the night
This is her time, also
to ask questions about life.
How does the body work?
How is metal made?
Where do stars come from?
And then, without further delay...
We spring from the covers,
in giggly delight
For now, we make pancakes!
Her sweet help ensures
that they always taste right
We giggle like monkeys,
partners in crime
Yes, Saturday morning
is our precious time

In the Fall
Your face arrived
And in the color
your cheeks
will round like apples in the trees
which gently fall their leaves

Don't bury children in suits
Let them wear their favorite clothes
Let them wear their favorite basketball jersey
The sweats from the college you can't stand
That **** sweatshirt that you can never get clean
The tire-tracked underwear
Let them wear it all
Let them wear the clothes you could never get them out of
The ones they slept in
Played in
Dreamed in
Just don't bury kids in suits
They're not going to a job interview
They aren't atoning for a lifetime of sins
They're going to the great playground in the sky
They need to be able to run around
Bury them in overalls
In the baseball hat with sweat stains
The pants with holes and grass on the their knees
The shoes with the souls that flap when they walk
Let them wear the straps that the Velcro keeps falling off of and you keep having to put it back on
Put it back on
Put them in the casket
And make them smile with your thumbs
They didn't do anything wrong
We did
We let them down
Don't punish them
Don't bury them in a suit
This is our last chance to do something right for them
Bury them with those candy necklaces they used to shoot across class at the girl they liked
Give them all their Halloween candy back
Fill the grave with hundreds of melting dilly bars
Slip them a ring pop
Please don't bury them in suits
Don't comb their hair
Leave the dirt under their finger nails
Don't fix their collar
Or shine their shoes
Let them wear their Victor Cruz jersey

And for those of us lucky enough to live in one of those small towns the whole world doesn't know how to pronounce yet
Lucky enough to not live in a dangerous city
Lucky enough to trust the locks on our front doors
To trust the bus driver
To trust our neighbors
One more cookie before bed.

There  is no one else but Christ to run to.
Whom can breathe life into me and others.
For you are the Word of Life O Jesus.
The one to run to when we need saved.
To truly Live, is to trust and live in Jesus.
For he is the Lamb of God , the bread of Life.
The only one whom can save any of us, my friend.
For he whom believe in him the Lamb of God.
He whom trust in him the Lamb of God shall live.

Don't worry, little friend.
Don't be so concerned.
Even flames bend
To see you unburned.

The clouds that cover
The blistering suns
Are the skies watching over
Our treasured ones.

So just go outside and
Dance in the rain.
You don't need to hide,
There's no danger or pain

That threatens you, child.
You are never alone.
You are safe in the wild;
Mother Nature is home.