Through all my years I have been blind

About love and who to find

But then with them we aligned

And now I can't get you out of my mind

I tried to get your attention

But that only brought tension

I couldn't even mention

To you my heart's ascension

I gave up trying

Never did stop crying

Knowing that which was horrifying

My heart was dying

Then one day I looked outward

And could see you looking downward

Maybe I thought without word

Did I make the wrong encounter

I tried and tried to not whine

Knowing I was far from cloud nine

I never stopped looking for a sign

To see how you could be mine

I never thought you felt the same

But then you came in your new frame

Smiled and that lit the flame

"I'm glad you came"

He told me of how he was blind

About love and who to find

But with his glasses he saw me confined

And chose to act more than kind

And now I feel like a child

Becasue you smiled

And I know this feeling isn't mild

Cause you are the on who drives me Wilde

The world is a song

That happily goes along

Until that day

The violins play.

They play for romance, sadness, loss

Why the same tune? Being close to your cross

Romance can help but will hinder indeed

One of you will die of your greed

Sadness is common but somehow not enough

Because of that, to yourself you are rough

Loss makes you lonely, and very alone

You’ll find your old rope, and then only groan

The world is a song

That keeps going on

Until that day

The violins play.

With apologies to William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night

Thou art cold and dark and mean and cruel

You shun all out with your fright

And ask not for friendship but a duel

Sometimes a man will comes along

Cool you down and makes you feel

But then will crush you in the throng

Your heart will never heal

I did no wrong you think

Nor did I speak too mean

Forgetting how much you stink

Failing to recall the blows to his spleen

So long as I live to hurt others with my words

So long as I survive, no one will love me afterwards

I Do Not Understand…

Why the seasons come and go

Or what time do we actually grow

How do I learn things I don’t know

Why is it wrong to eat dough?

But Most of All I Do Not Understand…

Why love is so cruel

At a time he makes you feel like a jewel

But soon you’ll find out you’re a fool

That has been sucked into his whirlpool

One Thing I Do Understand, though, is…

How to tear my soul apart

Through throwing myself as a dart

To see my boggart

Scare me and break my lonely heart

The strictly forbidden desire

Them objecting making you a ball of fire

Though love was your intent

All you will bring is torment

And all those you trust

Will fall away because of lust

Mountains of food standing high

Are eaten away in the blink of an eye

Nothing matters but food galore

And most will say you are done for

So while you taste of something muttony

You will be alone in your gluttony

Showing off can be a good deed

But not at the level that you exceed

Some talents are not meant to be shared

Especially if those around haven’t cared

As you walk a magnificent stride

None will watch because of your pride

The bell to work starts ringing

But you won’t stop sleeping

Always tired and calm, but never excited

Makes your colleagues not delighted

Because your lazy no one would want to troth

With the one who is a sloth

One mistake will have you in a fury

Mates rushing you to the jury

Throwing, punching, calling names

Everyone can see you in your flames

No one will dare be in your path

Since all you have is wrath

Wanting and stealing are two different things

But oh how horrible is the way you act as kings

You ask for much on your birthday

But still aren’t satisfied with their hooray

People will say you act like an ungrateful reed

As long as you live with greed

Green is color of what you do

You are never impressed by you

Others have it all, talents and more

Being yourself is an awful bore

You’d rather even be a senvy

Than be with friends, yes you are envy

Every single time I try

I fall down

Every single time I jump

I go down

Every single time I win

All I feel is down

All I ever feel is down

I try to do my best

But all I get is regret

Don't do, don't try

Don't die, but why

Which way do you drown

The answer's

Down

I sing of the sorrow of Longbow 

Where a princess waited

For someone to share the moon with

To share the stars and clouds and 

Even the bright sun, but it seemed not so

I sing of the peasant of Longbow

Whose father was dying

And mother gone from sight in sense of 

Work and care for all her many kin

Including her handsome son

I sing of the meeting of Longbow

Where the pretty she looked

Out the window and observed a lad

Who cared and loved and sang

Including a ballad to her

I sing of the love of Longbow

Which started with that strange encounter

She sent a letter of her love and he exchanged it back

Her heart leapt to unknown places

Including the place where he had to go

I sing of the pain of Longbow

Of the fellow who had to leave to

Keep his family alive and well

The princess cried and sadly it

Included the death of her fair Owen

I sing of the sorrow of Longbow

Where a princess waited

For Owen to share the moon with 

To love and embrace each other

Even marriage, but not it will ever be

I stare into the abyss of darkness, knowing existence will not matter sooner or later. I think of how death will greet me, with sorrow or joy. I hear my mom crying outside the door, and I decided to pretend to sleep in case she comes in. I could hear her open it and walk to her seat next to my bed.

"Willi? I have a surprise!"

I was actually surprised by her words and turned to see a smiling face. She went on to explain only the one thing I ever wanted to hear: I was free. My disease would no longer define me and I could be like everyone else. I hug my mother quickly and jump out of bed. I can see two real legs, hairy, but wondrous. I run out of the hospital; clean and shiny with doctors and nurses. My prayers had been answered! I go around the whole place thanking everyone. I almost immediately saw through the glass, clear windows to see the sun and grass and shade and animals. I try to find the exit, but it seemed there wasn't one. I asked for directions, but they just smiled and said to have patience. I sat on a comfy, velvet couch next to where I would think I could leave and they were right. A sort of gap in the wall opened, but it didn't sound normal. I open my eyes and still hear my mother crying. She isn't allowed inside because she might get sick, but I want her near. I sit up noticing one person trying to comfort the bleeding from my now torn legs. Then I hear the last sound, the ringing of the bomb and a scream as I close up.

We all dress in a different way

To please others

To make others obey

Some wear the linen 

Of Paris, France

Others rather go around in their underpants

We wake early in the morn

To perfect ourselves

So others can scorn

Our beauty

Their judgement

And life is simple

Oh evermore