lostHomeis where you arewhere are you?
no fearShe lets them pick the flowers;then teaches them their useTelling them tales of faeries and elves,and customs thought long deadChildren are not afraid of witches,but their mothers are...
Nebraska skiesLaughterTears andBabies bornPlaying tag out in the yardFightingSex andSunday brunchWhispers in the darkHolidaysThunderstorms andDreams of what might beGhosts wander under clear blue skies.
hope risesBrittle grass, cold windI shiver, but I'm not aloneEarly stage of a waning moonWatchesAs I lift my hand up toward the skyMy palm begins to tinglePhantom fingers twine with mineI am not sure if I have ever heldOr even know this handBut it fits perfectly with mine
ToxicityNoxious mist creeps across the landFeeding flames of hateAs writhing shadows danceResembling specters of lost loves
TornOne pulls this wayAnother thatI wonder if it will tearI make reference to your heartOr maybe your mind
The NamelessThe nameless oneThat prowls my dreamsAt times, appearing while awakeWith touch that leaves me longingA presence that makes me shyMy heart overflowing with guiltFor a face I love and know so well
Beautiful and the damnedThe beautiful and the dammedSelfish and full of needNo interest in anyOther than themselvesClichéd and full of greedLook at me, look at me, look at me.Glib and flippantPlayacting at lifeReckless ignorance on displaySkim a pageComment with triteToo shallow to grasp deeper meaningTalent hidden in their midstMingling with the trashLegitimate pain lay outAs a voyeurs feastAngst served for dessert.
Pied PiperLike a modern dayPied PiperHypnotically they follow youIn their addictionFor just a little bit moreTimeAttentionAffectionLove