| Words from my pillow |
| Who gets the red hot snow where dreaming is smart and music is born in unlike peace The Mughi get the red hot snow but the dreaming isn�t smart its lonely Yes, yes-dear deep inside their butterfly cocoon of mud lived a star loving wintry girl She has her hand upon his slow wet dinosaur Trembling from the heat if that red hot snow Shivering in pure crystallized excitement Yes silent one Once joy cried with her and he pulled out starting to whisper darkly The reds of the hot snow cooling into deep dark purples The night color came Came up her tender form No light or time cloud entered the cocoon of the Mughi No light or cloud saw the rainy green bubble The bubble where dreaming isn�t smart its lonely Where music grows yellow and flies. |
| Dreams of Music |
| Wake up call |
| Its 2 am And, the bell of my life is tolling And why It is controlling Grabbing me and forcing me to be All I do and all I think Matters not to anyone not now not ever For when that bell tolls I must answer I have no power beyond myself No power within myself to ignore I am torn from my only place of comfort to brace the world anew With rosy cheeks (painted on) And with exotic eyes (enhanced by color) I robe myself preparing to face head on the disappointments of the day With a glossy plum smile And reach out For perhaps this may be the day When I last hear the bell |
| Dion |
| Down the hall on separate sides Our arms moving Drumming tides And yet with a glance the war is tossed aside And you become isolated from your pride With one swift shot I could make you fall And you, you stand there knowing this all Eyes brown deep pools that only open up When I walk through All of my weaknesses are evident to you And In this our single passions play All in a glance Just one look my way And I yearn to toss it all away To take your hand and drag you off to play Then our eyes flicker Defenses back up I turn to go, must hurry up Too much time was wasted in our worlds of thought And as i go im wonderin if you know what im thinkin |
| Him |
| 36 |
| Masquerade Of words and feeling How much longer can this game be played? You can�t keep looking at the ceiling Eventually you must speak my name I yearn for you Or some phantom touch You yearn for me Though you�re not saying much Glances full of immediate intensity The urgence of these situatoipns Are causeing me more complications Were all alone now no one will see I understand you�re ashamed of me Yet If you want me And I you Then why do I feel so sickly and untrue How much longer can I let these feelings be The secrets that you share with me |
| 36 moon lit nights each of them stating that this isnt right How can this be My thought untrue I feel so alone Yet im with you My body arches for your embrace A touch a hug your Arms about my waist You will never find a girl like I Yes i am weak i shall not lie i mostly yearn to hear you speak what others say they know of you At times thier words do make me blue a player this a homo that at times i wish they'd take it back within the vault that is my mind thier words eat away untill i find that deep in there i do know you and i know what they say is untrue |
| Oceans |
| I yearn to cry Curl up and die my eyes are full of *** my eyes do water my lips to quiver i want their tears to flow like a river to let me go to leave me be to allow me to fall into my own sea my body aches my sould does cry and leaves me here to ponder why i want to curl up and i want to hide i want you to hold me and tell me its alright but your not here your far away i cant even hear what you have to say its oh so hard i say im threw i dont even know why im missing you yet my heart does ache and my soul does sigh and i just lie in bed and wonder why i kick and turn and toss in bed as words like tears pour from my head |
| Words from my pillow |
| Words from my pillow Words from my bed Words from my tender lips That pour from my mind into my head My words make some cry Makes others laugh Poetry is inside of me it is my own true path I�m never ashamed of the words that I right Even if I write them in secret in the dark of the night With words from my pillow And tears from my eyes I know my words of wisdom Will soon make me wise Words from my pillow Words from my head Thats what you came seeking Thats all that ive said |