There's this crazy little word
floating all about
inside my fuzzy ol' head
and it's dooing that pitter patty pat thing
to my silly old heart

and it's awhispering sweetly
little puffs of breath
whispering all magical
to my pink and glitter heart

"Shhh now silly,
stop and listen.
look silly heart,
look inside and you'll see

you feel that pitter patty pat thing?
well, you know when that happens, you're a gonna
it's that crazy little thing that's ahappening to your heart
the thing that's made of always, the thing that's made of forever
you feels it dontcha?
the pitter patty pat thing?

well, i'm afraid i hafta tellya
that that floaty little word
that's messin with your fuzzy little head
and dooing that pitter patty patting on your silly old heart
*is called love"

Sort of xylophone trumpity music

"Space, the final front ear..
These are the voyages of the star ship Compromise,
it's five or six year mission: to explore strange new worlds
or just look at them from the safety of the Captain's bridge.
To seek out new life and new civilizations.. or not.
To boldly go where no man..
or woman or person or ummm.. cat .. has gone before..

que wirly singy music and twirl about the living room*

Or we could just stay at home, playing Pokemon go.. ?
either way i'm good.

I painted a new story
upon an untouched canvas

my own hands coloured
outside of the lines
and filled the walls
with a rainbow of colour

ridding me gladly
of the the fear,
the injustice

breaking the gibbet
from where i hung

giving me a salvation
from the spewing mass
of your bile

in simple water colours
my soul was healed

my heart reached out
and painted itself violet
wiping away my tears

while indigo
made me once more
complete

blue drowned your words
and they sunk
into the watery deep

green untied,
removing the shackles
and setting me free

yellow lifted my heart
filling it with the happiness
it so craved
giving an abundance
of peace

orange purged the venom
that was bitten into my skin
kissing the scar
that now marks your presence

and red

RED

Red was Glorious.

Red..
the scarlet fire burns
sears  
and refines

making me stronger
than i have ever been

and here i stand
offering you my light
for it to shine so brightly
that your steps
may never falter

may it give you comfort
in times of grief
and love
in times of loss

i send it as both
a wish
and a hope

for i feel deep
within my heart
all that you feel
in the very depths
of yours

i see your need
feel my love

may it lead you
through the bleak
of your darkness

may it
stay you
when all else
seems
lost

do you think you'll ever lay her to rest?
allow her to sleep?
she's stayed awake for months on end
and every time she tried to close her eyes
you shook her awake
again

telling just one more tale
one more tall story
one more lie
that we must all
simply listen to

listen to this little ditty
i'm sure you'll recall it
once i'm done
do you remember the time we...?
no.. not really..

without sleep
all she sees are hallucinations
disjointed recollections
of the tissue paper life
that blows..

in the breeze

did you know
sleep deprivation
is a form of torture?

and you have kept her up
long enough

and she's tired of being worn
like an overcoat
as your splendid outer garment
in all it's melancholy finery
passersby remark
on how well you wear her
and you have the audacity to say
'Oh this old thing'

she's wearing thin and eventually
she'll disappear
altogether

she's becoming threadbare in places
and no matter how tightly
you wrap yourself up in her
she won't keep you warm

but that's only because
you don't want her to get warm
or let her go to sleep
you just won't let her rest in peace
will you