tis a rareity that i post another's work in my own outlet,
but today, Joni Mitchell says it best...


"tears and fears and feeling proud
to say i love you right out loud
dreams and schemes and circus crowds
i've looked at life that way"


"oh, but now old friends, they're acting strange
and they shake their heads, and they tell me that i've changed
well something's lost, but something's gained
in living ev'ry day"


"oh, i've looked at life from both sides now
from win and lose, and still somehow
it's life's illusions i recall
i really don't know life
at all..."

love is just a game
it makes us simple fools
we play our cards and we wait
for ours to trump another's fate
passion tricks a heart of love
lovers trick each other too
happiness pursued in vain
is all this dreaming worth the pain

dreamer, dreamer how i love you
trust and place your hand in mine
dreamer, dreamer dream your best
we can only slow down time
trust and place your hand in mine

dream on, dream on dreamer
dreaming in your reverie
dream on, dream on dreamer
hope is in the dream

it is here, it is here
the day of my origin has arrived in full
i am now grown another full year
i am leaving awful twenty-two behind


thanks to my friends who are dear
both in the physical and in such places as this
for you are strengths for living
and life breath which sustains me


i shall progress through life, i guess
and with purpose shall i walk
for i despair in aimless wander
but delight in the peace of providence


it is here, it is here, it will be gone tomorrow
this time shall pass and time will move on with haste
but my memory, these words, these people, loved ones
preserved in the archives of passing moments for eternity


it shall be a happy birthday indeed

the time draws nigher
only one day now, until my new apex
oh the thought of twenty-three years
it does spoil the mood so


yet i will take this new path in strides
for i cannot pout and sulk
but rather i can purchase eye cream
and all the other wonders of youth

what little of life we have seen thusfar
for our eyes have only recently opened
but light filled the visual senses of my mind tonight
and it made beautiful all that had been left dark

peril, peril
the tentacles of this treacherous temple
have pierced my skin, and they reach for my heart
they shall face failure, though

the squall is here, and with vengeance
i tried to tell you many times, but to no avail
i shall observe the wreaker from my tower
and see through the wet morning sunrise

three shadows on a wall
dressed to the nines they go
their spirits unwind as they proceed
passion, desire, but the bell tolls

there are five petals left on the flower
we spoke of great change. we fellowshipped. we drank.
there are four petals left on the flower
we shall pursue this course at full throttle.
there will be three petals left on the flower

there are five petals left on the flower
we spoke of great change. we fellowshipped. we drank.
there are four petals left on the flower
we shall pursue this course at full throttle.
there will be three petals left on the flower

a fairy fluttered through an open window and said
"you have made the right choice. you will be happy."
words were hard to find, and medium for speak was absent
but truth in knowing reality bears sanity and peace of mind

the mount before me is of no discomfort
for the symbol of wisdom guides me steadily
footpaths of love entice me upwards
and the fall below is of no concern to me

illness has entrapped me yet again this day
i cannot seem to escape its tight grasp
i call to providence to seek the root of my pain
but i find no reprieve, no solution

the revolution is here. it is upon us
it will divide, but not conquer
it will bring in the masses
it will weed out the chokers
all this, with humility at the helm
and of course providence, who is

i miss you.
i miss your smile.
i miss your laughs.
i miss your tender heart.
i miss your lips.
i miss your arms.
i miss your hands wrapped around mine.
in a distant land, it was possible
but here, we shall perish, for no life exists
we can only grasp what is giv'n us
whether it be by providence or darkness.

you smile at me with that cutting grin
you do not mean what your face emotes
the fires of hell burn within your very eyes
and pure hatred spills forth from your nostrils
smile at me, little one, smile at me again
for i have come to know that look;
and i shall not be cut down by your ill will

he that communicates hellish fires
is closer to hades than he who is lost

there are those who are too ignorant
in life, to see that others care about them
my heart is not pained over this,
as their drama is most disenchanting
just do not expect me to turn my head
and pretend that there is no problem
damn you, spirit of ignorance and
you who are of such petty hate

i have been climbing up this hill for some time now
the path gets smaller and smaller, and it fades into the ground
i do not know why i still pursue this worn road,
but i shant turn my head back, as there is nothing to see
onward, onward toward what is unknown, unknowable?
i fear a battle is ahead, though, and my sword is drawn

emotion mixes in a large urn
i shout into the pot and wait for the echo
nothing happens, but nothing is lost
why does my body persist on having its way
the mind can reason, but cannot console
and i find myself stuck in the fight

tear back the slit in the envelope
and you reveal a soft spoken moon in the sky
its glow is peace, and its stature strength
but it is only a glimpse, an inspiration of an instance
the morning glory will steal it all away
and wash away the clues to its existence
so heed fast its lighted ways
and pursue its shine, its luster for the sake of life