Lollipops and Bakers' Chocolate

It's all a game
this thing called life.

Start at square one,
roll the dice- take a chance.
advance.
Stop at square five,
pick the card- take a chance.
advance.
Stop at square thirteen,
betray the friend- take a chance.
advance.

chance.
chance.
chance.

Stop at square twenty,
betray the friend- take a chance.
to no avail.
Stop at square thirteen,
pick the card- take a chance.
to no avail.
Stop at square five,
roll the dice- take a chance.
to no avail.

End at square one.

Lose?

It's all just a game,
this thing called life.

Not A Love Poem

I promised myself I'd never write a Love Poem.
I'm simply not that kind of girl.
But:


A sweet melody
softly swings from
my window,
across the terrace,
down the vines.

It skips down the driveway,
under twinkling stars,
drifting father and farther
from the
sidewalk.

A sweet melody
softly sweeps from
my heart,
down through my shoes,
dances across the floor.

It flies and it soars,
content but longing
looking for one other:
the missing piece to the puzzle,
the last note of the song.

A sweet melody
softly swung from
my window,
across the terrace,
climbed down the vines.
A sweet melody
softly swept from
my heart,
through my shoes,
and danced across the floor.

Stepped off the sidewalk
under the twinkling stars.
Swung and swept over to you.
We danced in the street with no music on,
Me?a little nervous. A little unsure.
Your arms are the puzzle piece
(I've been searching for forever)
The sidewalk: my doubts
(I've been searching forever)
Last note of the song:
your voice.
whisper softly in my ear.


I promised myself
I'd never write a love poem.
I'm just not that girl.

...but I've been wrong before.

Figuring 'it' Out

from blue to yellow
from yellow to orange
from orange to red
from red to black
from black to silver
silver to twinkling.

from sparkle to infant
from infant to child
from child to teen
from teen to adult
from adult to wise
wise to lost

from sorrow to lonely
from lonely to needy
from needy to needed
from needed to loved
from loved to forever
forever to ever.

from lost to empty
from empty to satisfied
from satisfied to full
from full to happiness
from happiness to nirvana
nirvana to end.

(and time flies Bye)

)but the memories still remain(

slow down,
take a breath
time is short.
listen close:
the :music; won't last.

Four Walls

Did you know,
aerodynamically,
the bumblebee shouldn't be able to
fly?

It takes a little time
to undo the shackles
on my wrists.

Maybe I'm trapped
within four walls
without a hope in sight.

Or maybe I'm not
for nobody has told me
what my destiny truly is.

destiny?



So why does the bumblebee fly?

Unseen

Eight billion.
Seven hundred.
Fifty six.
Or something along those lines. ()

Un(seen) as the warm breeze.
Un(seen) as the world.
Un(seen) as hope.
Un(seen) as the world.

Eight billion.
Seven hundred.
Fifty six.
Or something along those lines.

From where I am
It seems I stand,
Pretty much Un(seen).

Eight billion.
Seven hundred.
Fifty six.
Or something along those lines.

Eight billion.
Seven hundred.
Fifty six.
Or something along those lines.

8,000,756.

(and all you need is one)

Warm Gun

Found a blue book,
Broken blue spine.
A poem in the cover,
Didn't even rhyme.

It was by a boy about his father
Who went off to the war.
It was about how the hatred
Cut him to the core.

Killing innocent people,
Death at his hand,
Father trudged on.
Following every order, following every command.

Bible in his pocket,
Picture of his son
But nothing could give him hope,
Until the war was finally won.

In the barracks at night;
He cried and cried.
People spoke of war being glory:
All of them lied.

"Why, oh why not love,
but hate?
This world is ours,
think of what we could create."

But glory is power
and power is glory
And so must be
this sad World's story.

Happiness is a warm gun.