First

Stumbling out of darkness
A cold voice pushed to the deck
As a first breath is taken
Unable to grasp concepts
War
Peace
Hate
Love
Pain
Joy
No words to illustrate movements
Brand new to all like a blank slate
A symbol of Hera
With the wisdom of Athena
The strength of Minerva
And the anger of Latinus
Minutes bring years of knowledge back
While three souls welcome the squaring fourth

An everday occurence where a miracle is seen.

Soundtrack (4/5/09)

" (My Love) I read you. God, I'm good at it. I'm so spot on," she says

" (Ha. Well) Turn around and say, 'Good morning,' to the night," he says

" (All Ready?) So please put your sweet hand in mine," she says

" (Weird....) I've this creeping suspicion that things here are not as they seem," he says

" (Wait.) You make me smile with my heart," she says

" (Now?) Tactics of another plane is now proven sane, " he whispers

" (You know....) You will look for me, and I'll be gone," she stammers

" (One day?) I’d give my all just to be number one," he says

" (Do you remember?) Sunday was a bright day yesterday," she sighs

" (Again?) Creep under my door and we do it again," he says

" (For you) All it takes is a little faith, and a lot of heart," she says

" (So tired) I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind," he says

" (You're not here) The whole world is moving, and I'm standing still," she says

" (But, mad as I am) There are no victories in all our histories...without love," he whispers

" (You don't know) I'm cold as cold as cold can be...," she says

" (Come here) Close your eyes and I'll kiss you," he says

" (Why do I love you?) I know nobody can do me no harm," she says

" How can I hurt when I'm holding you? " he asks

"Look into my eyes, and see all the lovely things you are...to me," she says

(And yet we don't know how to love....)

Sly

A masked bandit crawling to no more sunsets
Lies within a dark corner of my home.
No longer will he search through my trash.

Instead I am writing his epithets
As his mouth produces a noxious foam
That ties into his spasms as his legs thrash.

The moment will pass when I am upset.
And his life will pass in the gloam
As I take the blade and thrust in a flash.

My forehead beads with sweat
and I fight tears knowing that his days of roam
Are over due to a quick smash.

The child witness has seen life's roulette
take this animal to become part of the loam.
But I will tuck my pain and anguish into the dark cache.