Since you took the Color

Black trees behind me, grey skies above me
I should've known you couldn't love me
You sharpened your words to make me look duller
Everything's clear since you took the color

I'm soaked through by the rain around you
I wasn't looking, but somehow I found you
You twisted my words to make me look wrong
Everything's clear since the color is gone

I walked away and you stood and stared
I should've known you never cared
You beat with words till I couldn't feel
You took the color, now everything's clear

Black tress howling, grey skies sighing
All this time now I've been crying
You sharpened your words to make me look duller
Everything's clear since you took the color

Time travel is impossible

Sure, it'd be nice to boldy sit
on liveried steed of Lancelot
or pinch the bottom of fair Juliet
and see what made Romeo hot

To buckle swash with Pirates dead
or huddle under tall Collosus
to kick the Fuhrer in the head
Smack Mussolini with galoshes

But think on this before you sleep
a Gordian knot is set in your path
a spatial hurdle you cannot leap
Under deadly weight of hidden math

For stars expanding outward flung
at speeds extreme and quite annoying
from points unknown to spots unsung
the measurements are not for toying

For even if enigma cured
of temporal manipulation
In years you'd hop, but here's absurd...
you'd land at what location?

For where we find New Hampshire now
a million years ago was different
And where was once a silly cow
a trillion light years distant

"Just do the math!" you may exclaim
But beg to differ, here I ask you
Tho you at axis x take aim
There's z and y and maybe double-u

And if space folds in upon itself
a pretzel dipped in stellar salt
Things don't stay neatly placed on shelf
nor stay when simply ordered "halt!"

So even if you wrestle WHEN
and cause it singular distress
the WHERE will sneak around you then
and strand you, "lost in space" address

and the saddest realization rhymes
while drifting past the stars in fear
Oh, you can get there anytime
you just cant get there from here.

:)

#3
Water spills through my hands
As I cup them and drink from the spring
And my hands fall apart, fluttering in the air
I imagine a butterfly sailing on the wind
Though it’s only my hands.
And on the rock, a shadow falls
A bird flutters down to drink from the spring…

#2
My hands are cold,
I shiver.
I blow on them, trying to find some heat,
You take my hands in yours,
You are warm, comforting,
Rubbing my hands.
My hands are warm,
I smile.

#1
I reach out to you in a dream
Hands open, trusting, nothing to hide
Hoping you will reach back
Hands clasped
Touching
Sharing
I reach out to you in a dream

Chortle, guffaw, dance with glee,
It's the birthdau of Night Owl,
I salute and congratulate you,
The world shall hear my howl.
Birthdays are a special thing,
To be celebrated and enjoyed,
So, have a very special day,
Don't get blue or annoyed.
I tip my hat to you, Night Owl,
You're a special sort of bloke,
Filled with intersting witticisms,
Never short of a joke.
You're intelligent and intriguing,
Handsome, thought I can't see,
Hey, wait a minute there,
You're a lot like me!                                                    

The other thing I like so much,
It causes me to shed a tear,
Is that with this birthday today,
You add another year.
So, on paper you are a year older,
Plain for all to see,
So, now we're technically the same age -
You're an old fart like me.                      

There once was a man with big hands,
Who liked to fondle his glands,
When he got married,
This habit was buried,
And now he grabs his wife's cans.

"Butterflies"

Bit on the dark side. You were warned =P *HUGS*)
"Butterflies"
Butterflies have landed in the hair
Of a small girl black shoes white shirt no eyes
No I mistake, no wait
Her eyes are there they're just
Blinded rewinded rewound and wound down,
Down the spiral where she left her roses,
Scattered the flowers of youth about
The grave of the girl who should
Of could of would of was not never was her.
Spiders have landed in the soul
Of a small girl blue eyes pale skin red scars
Yes red, not dead, arms bled
Are still shaking, still moving through the
Windows removing all fear, all that was here
Scratched matched flamed and blamed
On the little girl who kneels crying
At the grave of the child she should
Of could of would of was not never was never got a chance to be.
Sunlight has landed on the life
Of a small girl dying slowly in the dim earth
On the rim of a dark cliff, out of our minds
We are now scared stiff
She is clinging singing zinging through the
world she is just trying crying flying
And dying for her sins
In honour and forgotten memory
Of the little girl who she should
Of could of would of was not never was always should have
had the chance to be.

Flip Flops

Velcro, fabric, and rubber,
makes a weapon like no other
They're small and flat,
produce quite a *thwap*,
it's enough to make you snap
You might be lead to think,
as it's wielder playfully winks,
who throws a shoe?
But then you'd be wrong,
for a shoe it's not
It is the dreaded Flip Flop!