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I Miss YouIt's horrible to say that
My only way of expressing myself
Sing or to write
Songs which seem to have no meaning for
Or me because history reads there is no
Through Your Eyes
It was through your eyes that I was able to see,
The dark, the light, the grey in-between.
Although you only see in black and white,
I know that your heart and mind are set right.
You wish to run, to explore the world,
But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.
Without your ever joyful presence I fear,
That I will be losing something very dear:
A soul that knows no evil,
A mind ever eager,
A tail which is never motionless,
A friend, who is always there.
When I speak my fears aloud,
By you, my mind unclouded.
So never run away,
Don't leave me here astray.
UniverseTrace your fingers
upon a star
Paint a galaxy
Draw a universe
of your very own
Ink new life you
can call home
Chalk a planet
and craft a new
Color the world
and make it blue
You're the god of your own
Your'e the god
it's up to you
Make them Wise Listen to natures cries
Get through peoples lies
As we open our eyes
Fix the ones who thinks its amazing if someone dies
A Brave, Miniscule WorldHave you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Where shuffling through your laundry
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
Tanka No.1The snow shimmers
ON the frozen ground
Glowing in the winter sun
Waiting for the kids
OctoberOnly reds and golds
Can cure the silence before the cold.
The air shivers in anticipation
Of dark gray skies and freezing breeze
Beauty falls down from the trees
Eternal cycle of life and death
Reaches out to cover the coming of winter.
PupriPlunge into the cool unknown;
dive deep, below the tide.
Down here, so beautifully alone.
In solitary cave, doth hide.
Here, in this golden garden,
this aquatic hound doth play.
Far from the touch of human hand;
a million miles away.
The seaweed, that surrounds him,
melts within his slender frame.
The trees grow tall around him.
The coral calls his name.
In this wild ocean's forest,
the logger’s sound has ceased.
Below the world’s growing unrest
this garden’s still at peace.
Weekend ForsetThere is a place that i use to know
where the trees reach high
and black berries grow
not a care in the world
sing the birds and the stream
all silence denied with a snap
and rustle in the leaves
shards of light kiss the skin
of someone very dear to me
all the while not saying a word
and a feeling that this is all a dream
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
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