Affliction
I wish I could fly;
I wish I knew how.
My volition is heightened,
I hope enlightened.
I awake from stone--
rejuvenation.
Venture into unknown,
lose concentration.
Something melodic,
notes soak in the walls.
Piano on the air
plays everywhere.
Enchanted by her Nocturne;
deadly addiction.
Bitter-sweet, I will yearn--
for her affliction.
From Rain and Jade
Rolling winds shape her hair
And from starlit eyes I cannot tear,
My own away from this ensnared stare--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
Be it destiny, doom, freedom, or fate-
Carved by craftsmen from marble slate
And from her slumber I cannot wait--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
What is this thing between you and I?
How can it exist after we say goodbye?
The intangible world I cannot deny--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
What is this Connexion I cannot name?
Alas! Alas! I cry in vain.
What's it mean when I explain--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
From rain we can begin anew.
Within the soul does jade imbue
Ability to Love through and through—
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
Twilight
What stars and fires can be seen far below,
a vastness lies await in serene shadow.
Little wisps of worlds skitter to and fro.
Lucidity is the starry night's Van Gogh.
Clear as night, star can be found--
within the eye of queen's own crown.
Shrouds her heart in blackness abound--
but masque reveals a heart to pound.
At last, at last, the time anigh,
like a comet in the sky,
like a flower in the rye,
never forever is the goodbye.
Recrudesce upon new world's frontier--
like stargazed lovers on ocean's pier,
know the waves and moon as they appear,
but the night's events have yet to premiere.
So silver man & dawn create new domain
A world where both can be contained
The witching hour will this day remain
Until twilight comes over life to reign.
Noble, Noble Pufferfish
Noble, noble puffer fish
Your swollen lips and changeling eyes,
your cantankerous mood and swollen glands
For we as men of reason and science now know
that thy poison doth originate in thy ovaries
How expected I chuckle
And as a footnote write down sometimes from the liver too.
Oh puffer fish, noble puffer fish
And I, as a fool, are allured to the cause--
of your aposematism, bright lights, vivid colors
not having learned these are no-no's
I place my hand on the hot oven anyway
Oh puffer fish, noble puffer fish
your cheeks so swollen,
and your threats ring out for all to hear
but you are weak and just blowing hot air
or water, as the case may be.
I know your real nature, oh tetraodontidae
and have grown immune to your toxin
Oh puffer fish, noble puffer fish
your textrodotoxin is weakened
and will only succeed in making me
lightheaded, intoxicated, and with numb lips
but nothing a day won't help me recover from
Crown and Limericks
There once was a boy from the bay
Who sat eating his curds and weigh
His fork to the right
And always polite
How fake he is they used to say
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Whose mouth spilled out shit from a bucket
Always with the tears
Except when with a beer
Can't reason with her, so fuck it
There once was a ghost from a small town
Who laughed and joked like a clown
Never serious
Always delirious
I guess that's why he's renown
There once was a visit from the ghost
Who haunted the boy from the coast
He laughed outright
At the boy at night
Who's own manners he did boast
There once was a dream of the past
For the girl who could make nothing last
Stirring up a fight
Told her she's right
Then giggled at her lack of a mast
There once was a boy from nothing
He wished only to make himself something
Forgot all his fright
Learned not to fight
And now he laughs with ghost chastising
Ode to an Ornament
We used to laugh and smile
Always together, even if for a while
Then it happened, neither knows
Turned each other into foes
Raw emotions ever reigned
Fighting on, feelings feigned
Why do we continue with this bout?
Please don't cry, no need to pout
It's all over now, no room for doubt
There may have been a flame
Now it's a wisp, no need to claim
Who did what or how or when
I walk off with an empty grin
No satisfaction or haughty smirk
Just a common face seems to work
Why do we continue with this bout?
Please don't cry, no need to pout
It's all over now, no room for doubt
Wasted time! We both cry aloud
Knowing otherwise - just a shroud
Hide the feelings that still linger
Fresh in the mind, touching fingers
Touch to feel, feel to affectionate kiss
A beautifully orchestrated - near miss
Why do we continue with this bout?
Please don't cry, no need to pout
It's all over now, no room for doubt
Once willingly given it can no longer exist
Any feelings will always have that twist
Don't call or write, stop torturing me
No more bothering, it's not to be
Like a beautiful ornament, see its gown?
Easy to put up, hard to take down.
The Silver Man That Plays At Night
The silver man that plays at night
Lives the life uncertain.
When he's done - for he never learns,
Dawn's rosy fingers doth burn him.
But the silver man's tears go unwept
His form wanes away
Just another sunrise in his life,
His destroyed by the day.
And what of dawn? Why she's no one.
Assimilating here and there
Embraces the emptiness of her life
Wasting away without a care.
And in the twilight, two collide
Swaying to and fro
And in the abyss of nothingness
A moderation is born.
I wish I could fly;
I wish I knew how.
My volition is heightened,
I hope enlightened.
I awake from stone--
rejuvenation.
Venture into unknown,
lose concentration.
Something melodic,
notes soak in the walls.
Piano on the air
plays everywhere.
Enchanted by her Nocturne;
deadly addiction.
Bitter-sweet, I will yearn--
for her affliction.
From Rain and Jade
Rolling winds shape her hair
And from starlit eyes I cannot tear,
My own away from this ensnared stare--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
Be it destiny, doom, freedom, or fate-
Carved by craftsmen from marble slate
And from her slumber I cannot wait--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
What is this thing between you and I?
How can it exist after we say goodbye?
The intangible world I cannot deny--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
What is this Connexion I cannot name?
Alas! Alas! I cry in vain.
What's it mean when I explain--
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
From rain we can begin anew.
Within the soul does jade imbue
Ability to Love through and through—
From Rain and Jade, she was made.
Twilight
What stars and fires can be seen far below,
a vastness lies await in serene shadow.
Little wisps of worlds skitter to and fro.
Lucidity is the starry night's Van Gogh.
Clear as night, star can be found--
within the eye of queen's own crown.
Shrouds her heart in blackness abound--
but masque reveals a heart to pound.
At last, at last, the time anigh,
like a comet in the sky,
like a flower in the rye,
never forever is the goodbye.
Recrudesce upon new world's frontier--
like stargazed lovers on ocean's pier,
know the waves and moon as they appear,
but the night's events have yet to premiere.
So silver man & dawn create new domain
A world where both can be contained
The witching hour will this day remain
Until twilight comes over life to reign.
Noble, Noble Pufferfish
Noble, noble puffer fish
Your swollen lips and changeling eyes,
your cantankerous mood and swollen glands
For we as men of reason and science now know
that thy poison doth originate in thy ovaries
How expected I chuckle
And as a footnote write down sometimes from the liver too.
Oh puffer fish, noble puffer fish
And I, as a fool, are allured to the cause--
of your aposematism, bright lights, vivid colors
not having learned these are no-no's
I place my hand on the hot oven anyway
Oh puffer fish, noble puffer fish
your cheeks so swollen,
and your threats ring out for all to hear
but you are weak and just blowing hot air
or water, as the case may be.
I know your real nature, oh tetraodontidae
and have grown immune to your toxin
Oh puffer fish, noble puffer fish
your textrodotoxin is weakened
and will only succeed in making me
lightheaded, intoxicated, and with numb lips
but nothing a day won't help me recover from
Crown and Limericks
There once was a boy from the bay
Who sat eating his curds and weigh
His fork to the right
And always polite
How fake he is they used to say
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Whose mouth spilled out shit from a bucket
Always with the tears
Except when with a beer
Can't reason with her, so fuck it
There once was a ghost from a small town
Who laughed and joked like a clown
Never serious
Always delirious
I guess that's why he's renown
There once was a visit from the ghost
Who haunted the boy from the coast
He laughed outright
At the boy at night
Who's own manners he did boast
There once was a dream of the past
For the girl who could make nothing last
Stirring up a fight
Told her she's right
Then giggled at her lack of a mast
There once was a boy from nothing
He wished only to make himself something
Forgot all his fright
Learned not to fight
And now he laughs with ghost chastising
Ode to an Ornament
We used to laugh and smile
Always together, even if for a while
Then it happened, neither knows
Turned each other into foes
Raw emotions ever reigned
Fighting on, feelings feigned
Why do we continue with this bout?
Please don't cry, no need to pout
It's all over now, no room for doubt
There may have been a flame
Now it's a wisp, no need to claim
Who did what or how or when
I walk off with an empty grin
No satisfaction or haughty smirk
Just a common face seems to work
Why do we continue with this bout?
Please don't cry, no need to pout
It's all over now, no room for doubt
Wasted time! We both cry aloud
Knowing otherwise - just a shroud
Hide the feelings that still linger
Fresh in the mind, touching fingers
Touch to feel, feel to affectionate kiss
A beautifully orchestrated - near miss
Why do we continue with this bout?
Please don't cry, no need to pout
It's all over now, no room for doubt
Once willingly given it can no longer exist
Any feelings will always have that twist
Don't call or write, stop torturing me
No more bothering, it's not to be
Like a beautiful ornament, see its gown?
Easy to put up, hard to take down.
The Silver Man That Plays At Night
The silver man that plays at night
Lives the life uncertain.
When he's done - for he never learns,
Dawn's rosy fingers doth burn him.
But the silver man's tears go unwept
His form wanes away
Just another sunrise in his life,
His destroyed by the day.
And what of dawn? Why she's no one.
Assimilating here and there
Embraces the emptiness of her life
Wasting away without a care.
And in the twilight, two collide
Swaying to and fro
And in the abyss of nothingness
A moderation is born.
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