The good ship you,
has flown it’s blue peter ,
hoisted it’s sail ,
Climbed its mast ,
left me as a thing of you’re past .
Last spring you left you’re safe harbour,
when the flowers were all budding ,
and the crocuses had gone  .
You left a note that did not  leave a smile ,
just a pale reflection of what we had not .

Did I not await alone at home for a sign ?
Did I leave imaginary footprints in you’re mind ?
Was I just to unkind ?
And life has stood still it’s outlandish affair ,
I walked in sleet just to remember .
did I really think you didn’t care ?
Now the evenings pass by without a thought ,
Won’t you help me remember?

If the snow returns next winter and the crocuses are dead ,
If I took a leaf from its flower to remember ,
then I would know in you’re heart at least I’m not dead .
But if the snow settles ,
and there isn’t a call ,
then a yellow crocus pettle must perish and fall .

Time passes and takes all in its longevity
Every creature, every mountain kneels down in humility

All earthly matters end in rumble, the dust can finally settle
The grandest will wither as the gentlest flower's pettle

It knows no sorrow, no pain, nor regret
Cradling the young and old from this realm to the next

T'is life, t'is law, none shall know pardon
From the darkest of forests to the sweetest of gardens

Let it resonate through the earth for anyone can tell
The chime and the rhythm of sweet requiem bells.

Tough to let go of the lessons I learned in the ghetto, my grandma taught me city water is tainted, filled with the heavy metals
Don't let them see you wilted, go out and get a filter
They try to slow your education
Used to watch her thumb through the pages, used to swear by the paper
TVs lie she said, she didn't care for how they talk
The **** they pettle
Pretty foreign dialect from where she came from
She used to say baby, the sweetest juice
Get squeezed from the fruits of your labor
Hate to hear me talk about a rap career
Asked me how one dreams of being caught under a label?
Independence is a strength
Ain't **** to fear
Besides, in her day real poetry was soft on her ears
She'll still go to church on Sundays
Barely a believer
Comes home and will drink you under the table
She might stumble to bed, but she still hold her head high and graceful
I often woke to piano when the bills weren't paid
We'd read sheet music-by the candle light
No excuse for ****** grades
Life is about hope
She won't stand to see that vandalized
She told me she really hate rap
What if it help me feed my kids that she can get down with that

The love I have for the snow white rose no man alive truly knows
For her roots grow only in my bones
A soulmate lost in time forever froze
A love so strong frost  dare not oppose
For the further apart we may be
The more I feel her inside of me
Cream pink pettle cheeks against my rough
Her perfection against my thorn
My heart on sleeve
For her to adore
I wait for her knock at my door
Loves everlasting gaze of  the last time I woke to your face
Now I wake up in a lonely space with a pillow holding my embrace
I long for the beautiful white rose as my heart she truly owns
Until my body turns to bones  
Her beauty untold and innocent soul unsold
The one true girl the world truly owes
As she's been to hell but no one knows
There's much to hide through baby blue eyes
I want you to know I'll save your life
You'll never have to struggle and strife
I'll always be apart of your life beautiful snow white rose who no one knows

A gentle heart gotta pettle like daffidol,
A broken heart paint the words like million hills.
I'm so Dame far from the thrills I'm in Europe still . So I thank God.
He left them paused
He let them rob
He let them steal
Just to see what they were made of
It's not family til break up
The bread is taxed with old slugs
My room the only pay cut
I use to sit inside myself like ....
I wonder if wai-ted
For me to leave
And still I breath ...
And yet I dream
It's okay because one day you will re-read.
Now your in Europe with your own place not wondering what to eat
It hurts but I'm further then what they could believe

Dear sweetness,

You'll always be my special brew,

Rest on your saucer and read my thoughts
Understand that you aren't like ordinary pots
You mean so much to me. my lovely flower
And I miss you regularly with every passing hour.
Remember that old teacup you cherished so much?
I could tell how much you enjoyed my soft hands and gentle touch.
As the months go by, I still treasure the first time we siped together,
My breath went away, and I felt light as a feather.
My fears and anxieties dripped away,
Unlike spending time with the tea-bag earl grey.
I'm thinking of you, my cupcake, my muffin, my scone,
Just know I'm a shout away, and you're never alone.
Even when you put the pettle to the metal with your kettle
You'll always be special to me; remember this while you let your temperature settle.
Bagged or Loose, Mug or Cup, Iced or warm.
You'll always find the saving grace in my storm.

My love for you has been steeping for years,
I'll love you forever sugar, cheers!

~ Raymond