One day you will see
That I will be more
More than you think of me
Its only a matter of time
Then all will be clear to thee
And one day you will see.

Fairy Tales

Fairy Tales

Now Son, listen up
Fairy tales are not true
The stories are made to teach
But what is learned is up to you

Now Father, hear me out
One day I’ll be a brave knight
Save the damsel in distress
And always win the epic fight

Now Daughter, pay attention
Princes are hard to find
And once you do be warned
For they aren’t often kind

Now Mother, have faith in me
No matter how beastly he maybe
My love will change him in time
My heart will mend his just you see

Now children, I hope you realize
We once believed as you do
For years we loved, loss, and felt pain
Till we found each other and made both of you

Now Parents, I hope you truly know
We will face our own trials one day
Discover the truth on our own
For we need to live life our way.

Truth and Lies of Butterflies

Truth and Lies of Butterflies
Some wonder what love is
Or if they have found it
Some wonder why some love who they do
Wondering why loving one that treats them like shit

Some wonder what they need to do
To find love, Love that is true
Some wonder why another shows interest
While others haven’t the clue

Some wonder about the make up/ break up charade
Or why they are weak for beautiful eyes
Its plan for me to see
Love’s answers are in the truth and lies of butterflies.

Bedlam

Bedlam

The guilty are innocent until proven otherwise
This is true among the truth and lies
Though people will deny what they are
For they know they can never make their par.

Focusing on the failures of others
Rather then facing their own
Feeding on the sympathies of mothers
Instead of trying to atone.

One always thinks they do more
Until the other finds a homier shore
And they realize the void created
Followed by the false truths they debated.

When one is on their own they must do it all
But when one is with another they expect it to resolve
Without realizing with two comes twice the haul
Yet blaming each other for what it all does involve

Sad that this is human nature
Few have managed to find the cure
Realizing the power of I will, I can, and I am
Finding harmony in the bedlam

Ding Dong Bell

Ding Dong Bell,

Tommy’s in the well
Three days, Three Nights
Ding Dong Bell
His head is free of lights

Who put him in the well?
Former Little Boy Blue
Who took him out?
Detective Simon hasn’t a Clue

Ding Dong Bell,
The Mortician cuts deep
Searching for the reason
But Tommy’s death causes none to weep

Pins and Needles

Pins and Needles

I sit here a humble pin cushion
With a high defense and toleration
My friends are pins and needles
From which I keep them found
To me they are bound

Till one day they wonder off
Some to stay forever aloft
My friends are pins and needles
When they wonder some come back
To return to there former sack

Others are lost for years
Before coming back with tears
My friends are pins and needles
Though some never return again
And cease being my humble friend.

When they leave I am left empty.
Though letting them go with curtsy.
My friends are pins and needles.
When they return they cause some pain
Embedding deep into me with forcing strain

Yet once they fit back in all is fine
Till they once again cross that line
My friends are pins and needles.
Wondering off to the word divine
As I remain forever supine.

Wanderer

Wanderer

I walk through the woods
I walk through the valley
I walk over the mountains
And through the darkest alleys.

I walk through conversations
I walk through their call
I walk over intentions
And I walk past it all.

Nothing can slow my pace
As I walk through my life
For nothing seems important
Compared to my walking strife.

I’ve wandered so long
I can’t remember to stay still
I’ve wandered so long
I made myself ill.

I’ve walked to see it all
But I haven’t seen too much
I’ve walked to see the world
But Instead I fell out of touch.

Disillusions of the Past

Disillusions of the Past

Memories fade in to fairy tales
As little details are construed by time
True events turn into exciting myths
Filling young heads with liars crimes

With age comes experience
And the deletion of uneventful days
With age comes resistance
Resistant that they’re wrong in their ways

Denial of the new or unknown
Runs rampant with the facts
And white lies with time turn black
With a little fluff that they attract

Overstating the point we wish
Our legacy is our shadows cast
With faulty changes they do change
And become disillusions of the past.

Aftermath

Aftermath

The damage is done
But the wounds still bleed
Making a mess of my life
A longing of undying need

You walked away, so don’t come back
I can’t even be mad
I loved you so
You’re still what makes me glad

If their is still care for me
Never let me know
For I’ll never let go
So don’t let a tear show

Your absence made me fall
It’s up to me to walk again
Till I do, I shall crawl
As I try to forget my heart’s friend

Some May Call Me

Some May Call Me

Some may call me grumpy,
Others may call me kind.
Some may call me boring,
Others call me to unwind.

Some may call me crass,
Others may call me loving.
Some may call me structured,
Others may call me moving.

Some may call me strange,
Others may call me normal.
Some may call me secure,
Others call me informal.

I may call myself stupid,
As others call me smart.
I may call myself foolish,
As others hold my heart.

It matters on how you know me,
On which me you meet.
Just know I don’t like shoes
So be sure to avoid my feet.

So call me what you will,
For I am who I am.
Life is your personal test,
And you write the exam.