Dancing 101

Bills Bills Bills 

Toss um up!

Shaken that squid 

muddle that dirt and worms with those damn heels

Strut one Strut two Strut three

AND you're out

pierce that 

Stain this

Throwin out that freakin trash

back back left right left right thrust

Tug the cat's tail

cover eyes Peak

Flip and flick 

annnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddd

Kiss my...... 

Butt.

My Dearest Love

To Grow A Plant

First 

pick a seed

nurture the soil

Then

plant the seed

Don't leave it alone in the dark

give it drink

be patient 

Give it more drink

Don't lose hope so fast

just when patience is at it's end

A sprout shows its eyes

Now its time to protect it from predators 

Don't leave a baby out for the wolves

nurture the life that is given

When the season reaches its end

and all precautions were made 

the seed has given a gift

for all the effort that was made

A fruit will lay ready to pick

Small or large

short or long

skinny or fat

the fruit is perfect 

Never forget that

Songs

wordless music can bring

different feelings to a room

it paints pictures

forever green hills of memory

hope in the naive 

sparkles of glitter added to the rain

the courage of a simple mouse faced by the cat

scars in the book that is written too

numb anger of a guard dog

flower beds of color and life

distrust of a stranger 

black groves of lost love

fairy tales of dreams come true

listen to the sound

dah ah ah maa foo da la dah

The Horror

Gasping for air
Knowing the worst is about to happen
Streaks of ice swipe across the mirror of my eyes
The biggest demon stands at the door
Holding an axe ready in hand
Then when I am feeling hopeful the axe cuts the pale sheet
which keeps this body together
Bleeding helplessly with hand out in reach
The massive demon takes his final blow to the center of every being
The Heart
It falls carelessly to the floor
No longer living
In the majesty of the moment the demon leaves never looking back
with his new treasure

Ages

dizzy cradles

soft wax floor

confused walls

Not Anymore

air rushes

noisy hinges

moving shadows

Dark Kisses

sleeping skins

growing moles

reaching age

Covering Holes

laying blind

turning light

nobody knows

Ending the Fight

Night Owl

In the night I hunt my prey

They feel the sour emotion that all hope is lost

What's this?

Oh! My claws are in your skin!

Ho Ho Ho!!

Just like Mr Santa Claus

I'll give you death for your present 

Don't cry little one

SMILE

I gave you a gift

Now be grateful you dirty worm!

Did you hear that?

The crack of a tree branch?

How fitting for your little bones will echo that noise

Hoo?

Trying to run away

Well lets end this now.

Questions Of The Soul