I'm a living tomb
my baby has died in my womb

I have to let nature take its course
Can't bear this, what could be worse?

I'm still getting many a smile
people don't know my turmoil

My baby has died
I still haven't cried
the sadness buried inside

He promised me ecstasy
I got sausage and chips
He promised me kisses twee
too short on my lips
He got down on one knee
couldn't get up with his hips
he promised me he was free
my ear his girl clips

You said “What about it”

I said “What about what”

“Marriage and all that”

I didn’t look up in case you weren’t sincere

Because you are everything I hold dear

“Well” you said

I lifted my head

We looked at each other

Our smiles you couldn’t smother

I don’t think either of us actually ever did propose

Things just happened I suppose

It was just decided there and then

Now we’ve chose the place and when

Being a recession

We just had a session

The ring has to wait

Like Indian summer,
Her smile holds the color in his fall.
She warms the days
And keeps off the frost of lonely nights.
Retarding winters rush a while longer.
Those wretched winds will with certainty come at last.
But in their coming, the memory of his
Indian summer will keep him warm.

I didn’t have to let you know who I truly am
I can pretend I don’t care if you laugh at me
I hate being alone is something I don’t admit
See I pretend to keep my face like stone
Truly I search day and night to be happy
My pretty invisible mask lets me hide
From the world keeping all my secrets
It is always the same this feeling
That way there is not regret
But today I make this clear
And I say I am here
Right over here
I AM HERE
Do you see me now

Secreted in a padded cell
Inside silently yells
his secrets he won't tell
there goes the medicine bell

She walks filled with nerves
at every sound she swerves
her bravery he deserves
his medicine she serves

As usual he's at the hatch waiting
his demeanour she's contemplating
the system she's hating
no help for him grating

They only want to keep him quiet
so they can sleep well at night
they don't want to hear his plight
or what makes him such a sorry sight

Orange and yellow back lit
by the rising sun.
Like you could just reach out
and grab a handful of color.
Taste the maple on your lips.
Hang on while it lasts.
To quick to ground,
replaced by the scarecrows of winter.
Don’t just hurry by. Pause a
bit and enjoy.
Who knows for whom there will be
no more orange and yellow mornings.

After a year of ups and downs

Everyone with each other

It's something they look forward to

Together no matter the weather

Children's laughter filling the air

While babies cry over it all

Generations of family

Share traditions that are not small

Mother and Father love it so

Wouldn’t  have any other way

As they look at their children

Together on Christmas day

Father in his rocking chair

With all his sons, their sons too

Is proud of the men he raised

Flying high, scanning with eagle eyes
I survey the land, while soaring the skies
I’m searching for those beautiful birds of blue
But I wouldn't mind finding a freaky falcon, or two
For I’m fiending for an all out feathered fuck fest
Then from afar, what do I see; it’s the sacred nest
If this turns out how I imagined it to be
With pretty parrots pole dancing just for me
As chickadees shake their tail feathers with sexy ass flair
Then I’ll be in for an exotic & erotic avian affair

I doth delight in letting my dark passenger drive and dredge this often dull dwelling we call dirt. Denying this divine dimension of which I currently reside would be despicable. This darkness disturbs the dullards drowning in their dunce disease and douche bag dreams of distorted reality. I've dabbled and drunk from the depths of despair and deny the dim chance I'll ever dig down there.... again. Delving into devilries and debauchery destroying this dilemma of death.