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-36- Blanc en NoirAnd there she sat atop the highest hill
with snowy blue cast light across her face.
And through her coat she could not feel the chill,
but wished with all her might to leave this place.
Her heart, it ached for places warm and bright,
for sunsets during summers long sojourn,
and winters with a little more than night,
until again the sun made its return.
She wanted something fresh and full of life,
where flowers shone and trees grew green and red,
and winds hugged soft and did not cause one strife,
and souls lit up and never were they dead.
That place would always live inside her heart,
although she knew that one day they would part.
The Lovestruck CherryTwas a morning in spring
when the birds sang their call
that the cherry trees bloomed
and the flowers took fall.
Then born were the cherries,
deep black and bright red,
and each one awoke
and lifted its head.
And each fruit was paired
with a partner for life,
one that would stay
through its troubles and strife.
But alas, there was one
who refused to agree,
who pondered and asked,
Whyd they choose this for me?
She looked at her love,
attached at her stem,
and then shook her head
for she didnt love him.
She said, Oh, my sweet,
were the fairest by far,
I the juicy red queen,
you my vibrant red star.
But my darling, our love
is illusion at best,
for I just cant feel you
are above all the rest.
Im sorry, my love,
but its time that we part;
just remember, youll always
be near in my heart.
And with that and a kiss,
a goodbye without sound,
our Miss Cherry broke free
and she fell to the ground.
-89- Augustaugust, like a summer wind,
here today, tomorrow gone again.
feel you in the autumns kiss
and wonder if its me you miss.
august, like the death of spring,
fires up as the funeral bells ring.
tears dont fall once the fare is paid
and Love is left in River Styx to wade.
round and round, the seasons turn,
but when will I learn
to stop writing letters and get better
for the winter?
down and down, the leaves are falling
and Im not calling
august, kiss the sun goodbye
and give no thought to the reason why.
lotus blossoms sing their sunrise song
and dance all the springtime long.
august, feel the breeze on skin
and know the place Im in.
feathers fallen soft and white,
breathe again as day turns to night.
ash to ash, my heart is beating
but the airs not heating;
it isnt fair, but I dont care
and I dont miss the summer.
heart to heart, a little late,
but I wont wait
-10- a g a p eWith her,
I always smelled oleanders
and my nightmares turned to dreams.
While she sleeps,
I watch her, face tinted blue
through the curtains.
Rain never seems to fall
when shes around.
-09- Not a BuoyUnderneath the sea,
thats where I be,
underneath rogue waves
and the sky so free.
On the docks by the sea,
just my wheels and me,
felt a tilt and a lurch,
now Im under the sea.
-17- E minor to Done.
blood red, like his
crimson tube of paint;
but now it paints him.
i could feel deep, sorrow blue
in my stomach.
it tasted like paint, like
water with dreams and soap,
i think that must be
how colors taste.
blood black, like the spots
on the moon.
her eyes looked like caverns,
dark and soulless and blind,
she wore Death
on her cheeks and
Fright on her eyelids;
i guess no one told her
she was pretty on
blood blue, like exhalation.
i wish someone would
tell her not to
that final breath
-16- untitledSunrise, sunset; we watch it all happen. We are the silence in disasters wake, the letters left unsent, the stale and frightened air in your lungs. And we saw the sun and the moon through each eye and in that instant we were blind. Then we were just grains of sand on the beach, pulled and swayed between tides. That night the stars cried on us until our heavy hearts were damp from grief.
I counted the lights on the bridge. I thought just one good jerk to the right will show you. When Im painted on the riverbed you can read my heart and tell me if its true. I bit my tongue, but never drew blood.
When we came to rest, it was beneath the red oak. He looked upon us, the meek and small and questioned. In his shadow, we were visible only to ourselves. Looking between the sun and the sky he said, Even I, ever changing, cannot heal all scars. Listen.&
-08- sheet musicThe sky was grey before today;
Im writing rhymes in my heart
every time were apart,
and dont you know I love you so,
but my heart wont stop beating
and these feelings are fleeting.
I wrote a song, played all day long;
I figured out the riff and the tune,
but the chorus, it comes in too soon.
It isnt right, play through the night
Im sitting on big stacks of clichés,
but I just cant seem to change my ways.
This morning I, I couldnt fly;
I felt for wings on my back,
but white has faded to black.
Ill let it show, and so you know:
from my chest I took my love
and set it free like a dove.
Im ready to go.
the spindly umbrage sprawls across the pavement
like a corpse. the wind whistles, melancholy,
to the song of Death, like a final breath;
eject soul in a flurry.
the sky cries white tears and silence settles and
quiet echoes. the color is drained,
like the sunken cheeks of a new widow.
the new lady of the house breathes ice
and drapes the city in
misery loves company; thats what i hear in
my silence-pressed ears.
so i go to my bed and i cover my head
and i dream. i die and revive.
the sun rises new like a phoenix
and tears melt away in its rays.
the water flows, ocean bound, out of my heart
and then life blooms and hope spreads its wings
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