Words Like Candy Cane SticksYou twist words like candy cane sticks,
It can be so sweet it makes me sick.
You are happy in your fever,
You are your own believer.
You laugh like the air is thick with smiles,
I catch it far away over the miles.
The careless glance thrown my way,
Does little to make these things go away.
Why are you tossing these things off?
This is serious whether you want it to be or not.
Dont shrug it off and shake your head.
I know you dont believe all the words you said.
You grin when youre sad,
Laugh when youre mad and
You cry when youre glad.
Whats with you and your games?
Stop making jokes and playing games.
Your life is going to shatter and go up in flames.
Dont sidestep when you could stay.
This is not one of your stupid, made up ways
To make this just pass with the day.
Wipe off that smile and look me in the eye.
Throw away your empty lies.
Put serious into your gaze,
This is not your written and acted-out play.
Use your Mind, Think Next TimeStop for a moment, Little Girl, take your hands off your ears and open your eyes,
Do you see this world around you? You should not be hiding from it.
Yes, there is hurt, yes there is evil, yes there are many lies,
Remember that is not a reason to forget the promises. You cannot quit.
Little Girl, you missed a step, you tripped and fell,
Now you have to stop crying about it and take the offered hand.
This world you have created is not reality, not the land in which you dwell.
It is time you stopped holding your self together and hiding in your head, take a stand.
So, Little Girl, you said some things you are unsure of, you wished you could take back,
Learn this lesson; life does not work that way, think before you speak.
Just because you are small and silent, does not mean you can slip through the cracks.
What is done is done; you cannot act like life is all dark and bleak.
There are more things to see, Little Girl, there are more worlds than your, one.
Life is not a game, the earth doe
No CertaintyThe light creates shadows on the wall,
Casting the dark in shifted shapes.
In the flickering firelight I sit and watch,
They see me not,
I am a silent observer of their fight and fervour.
The world it fades,
Outside, the lighting and the rain.
I wonder at the war here before me,
The light and the darkness just do not agree.
They refuse to compromise their differences or see,
That they could exist together, maybe.
I wish I was like them, unchanging.
But I shift with the sea and go with the tide.
No certainty or peace of mind,
Can I grasp or find.
You See it tooTell me you see it too, I know you do. That look you sometimes see in a persons eyes in that fraction of a second when they let their guard down and you find yourself staring into the naked soul. It scares me because it looks just like mine. It is a window, a window that can be opened again if you tried but most of us are too afraid to get closer than a look.
Have you ever heard your soul scream? I have heard mine and it could shatter the world if I could get it out, but for some reason the force of it is bound inside me and all I can do is try to sob it out in bits and pieces.
I know you try too, I know because you are human, you and every other soul on the face of this rock otherwise known as earth. I like to call it the place of the walking hurt because every single one of the souls making their way through the fields, down the street, behind closed doors, across the road is a mess of pain condensed to the size of a human body. A remarkable feint
Two ButterfliesTwo butterflies saw I,
One white as snow, the other, black as night.
They danced in the sun and flitted in the breeze.
Flying over the grasses and weaving through the trees.
Singing songs heard silently.
Then the snow went north and to the south, the night.
They passed on, far out of sight.
Never the same, never to forget,
The dance they did on the day they met.