It's Turtles All The Way DownThe Quark and the Jaguar and Schroedingers CatSat side by side on an Earth that was flatThey knew it was so, for they had been toldThat all of creation was held in the foldOf an Elephants skin who stood on the backOf a Turtle so old, his shell had turned blackAnd his eyes and his spots were stars out in SpaceAnd out in this Space by a yellowish dotIn relative cold, so relative hotWas the Life of Creation that burned on the backOf the Quark and the Jaguar and Schroedingers Cat
Winter comes, Winter goesWinter comes, Winter goesWinter comes,Winter goes;Grey, blue, white,Snow, mist, ice.The dead now walk,The life now die;Frozen hearts, ice-bound souls,Cry icy tears for all that's lost.Inside our minds,however,is where lives our fire,forever,Where our hopes survive,where the imagination lies,where dreams and love and beauty and Spring and light,are born, are fed, and give us strength to stay and fight.The frost must melt,the ice must crack;'Cause Winter comes,But always goes.
You Became PrideTell me, Lord of Eloquence;What of the boy who watched in awe my sleight of hand?Who settled once for peasant speech,Finding pleasure in child's gossip, child's games, child's muse.He is become no more;His wonts are swathed in crimson silk and opal bow.In glory freed he stood before his peers,Leaving the stage, naught was left but muddled loathing.Tell me of his legacy.What of his novels, what of his person, what of his name?The song I overhear him play tonight;No honest man has heard such chords before.Quick to mockery, slow to fault;The Lord surveys his realm and denies the indulgence,Unable to comprehend his conceit.All is well in the land of a thousand priceless baubles.O power! O majesty!Thy name is loth to be spokenLest speaker falls into the same: a prideful spell unbroken.
Snow globeI hold a snow globe in my hand.A small man lies in thereWith swirling snow falling about;He smiles, an old familiar smile.A small contained worldIs what he lives in.Not caring about the outsideJust what is within.
Monster and GumHere I sit,The gum pops loudly in my mouth,The monster slowly ebbs my migraine away,I've got a midterm due in less than 20 minutes.I can't stop thinking not once,Not for a second,About what happened that night,That faithful night I told them: "Once is once..."I can't understand,How it was instilled to me,Psychological,physical, and verbal,None of it's alright.Yet to me they dictate how it's not so simple,To just say: "It's over" after so long,The yelling, the screaming,It echos forever as a reminder of the times gone by.I strongly believe that it's only once,and I've held true to said saying,I've said it once, I've said it a ton,Argue again, and I'm gone.It's not a threat,It's merely a promise,I grew up listening to that shit,No matter how infrequent it may be now.The pain, the memories,That those hateful words bring up,You've had your warning, I'm fed up,Getting high on energy drinks and indulging the oral fixations.In Monster,In the bubbles I blow,there'
Love's FeeLove is freeAs overused as that isIts far from trueThe price you pay thoughIs not counted in dollars or centsNo loves fee can not be held in your back pocketOr in your designer purseThe price you payIs counted in your deedsEach and every one