It Wasn't MeWhat?
I didn't do it,
not this time.
Ive done nothing wrong,
or out of line,
nor hanous crime.
There are others who could have done it you know.
Like dad or Jake or cousin Joe.
Perhaps it was my tutor,
or even another sort of silent intruder.
Like a mouse or rat
or snake or bat.
Maybe it was the family pet,
that pesky cat did it I bet.
Upon the crime i do inspect,
I find little paw prints so erect,
I know i will solve this yet.
Wait whats that you say?
You wanted to know if i was hungry today?
Oh no I am fine,
I'm not hungry at all,
Wait, the cookie jar is empty, that's not my fault.
I'm just an angel, not a criminal.
Whats that you say?
Yes, even despite the chocolate all over my face.
ComplicatedTruly things are EXAGGERATED, HYPERBOLE,
The SITUATION is a tough EQUATION,
but I'm afraid its been fueled by your IMAGINATION.
Things are DANGEROUS, that I see,
so we must approach this CAUTIOUSLY.
We can begin by INITIATING an EXTRACTION
of any and every sort of DISTRACTION.
Next we need to list the COMPLICATIONS
and the MATERIALS needed for RESTORATION.
Slime on the celing is an UNRULY sight.
We'l simply scrub it off later tonight.
Now how did you let a raccoon bread the generator?
Nevermind, I'l pay for it later.
Il fix the fountain and REPROGRAM the toaster.
Connect the cable and PURCHASE a poster.
I need you to clean the carpet,
replace the window pains,
and bath the neighbore's great danes.
Together we will remove the cheese from the air vents,
fix the chandeliers and pitch the tent.
Oh and if anyone asks why we look so FUSTRATED,
just smile and say "It's COMPLICATED"
HopeHope is bright,
like the north star guiding you to freedom.
It feels safe
It is a sanctuary.
It taste like a river of milk and honey,
or a fountain of wine.
And it smells like roses and lavender,
and sounds like a thousand angels in a chorus.
Hope is the dream
that the future
will be better.
DeathDeath is black
black like the pete of an Irish farm.
It tears the soul
and hurts worse than any torture.
It taste bitter like the tears
and sound of the morning of the family of the deceased.
Feel the agony,
and smell the decay,
and hear the lamments of the mourning.
And one can only wonder,
what is happening after death?
Bipolar Call to humanityCrime, dismay
fold your hands and pray
for a race thats gone insane.
even the darkest hour
has some hope if unsure.
fuel damnations fire
we only watch the chaos reign.
Whenever I DreamYou are there, Whenever I dream.
You and I, Together we are one. Whenever I dream.
Your touch is soft, your gaze is paralyzing.
We are meant for each other. Whenever I dream.
The earth does not crumble beneath you.
Rain does not pelt us. Whenever I dream.
The world becomes quiet when you speak.
Your voice completes my soul. Whenever I dream.
Your eyes are perfect, my heart cries for you.
Everything is perfect. Whenever I dream.
Come to me, you must hear my call.
You are my love, my life. Whenever my dream.
I hear your voice, feel your touch.
And it is as if you love me. Whenever I dream.
A call out to humanityCrime, dismay
fold hands and pray
for this world that's gone insane.
fuel the devils fire
as he watches the chaos reign.
a crow or dove
remember happiness and pain.
watch the roulette dance
only gamble for a gain.
love with your heart
but leave the logic for the brain.