Should I need to leave in a rush — I’ll gladly give you my love on your china plate but I’ll take yours in a paper cup should I need to leave in a rush I’ve seen the decor of your heart littered with broken crystals in between the fragments of what must have been your pride and joy the envy…

And still never moving — You’ve been running all your life trying to outrun the white hot heat of the many yesterdays meltdown tomorrow will be better but never is You’ve been kissed by every frog in the pond never a prince or a princess with her wand Believing that with patience better times will awaken upon an horizon asleep…

Ashes to ashes — Today I woke up to the reality that one day I'll be the one they miss I'll be the one they all claim to now be in a better place than this I'll be the dust to dust, ashes to ashes So let the ashes fall around me Let the flames of…

Is an invisible knife — The sadness in our hearts is often buried beneath decades of pretense loss in our make believe Dispersed in the reflection of the life we built upon the sand that will eventually fade with the passage of time burying still again layers of bitterness The bitterness that boils in our bowl…

In our new home — The leaves are sleeping the silence of their slumber brings in a winter’s garden and all the children and all the creatures lost in imagination as the Angels sing the heavenly bells ring It’s Christmas It’s Christmas It’s Christmas time again The roasting of the chestnuts The mixing of the sorrel…

Lips unsealed are broken hearts unhealed — Even the comatose knows lips unsealed are broken hearts unhealed Even the forever sleeping knows never kiss and tell History has long proven kingdoms have fallen lives forever forsaken Even the forever sleeping knows never kiss and tell because lips once unsealed can never again be mended lives will forever be lost in the void separating the upper from its lower

Just to see you once more — I took a long walk today The weather was so very perfect with clear skies cool breeze and pleasant memories of you As I strolled in the autumn leaves my feet free of shoes I felt mother nature’s spirit like an orchestra directing telling me what to do I could hear the melancholy sounds of Alicia…

Cursed, to await your martyrs in heaven — We are the spirits forged from the fire of wanton desire We are the mothers and daughters Guardians of the flame to which we aspire We are the virgins our nation’s legacy awaiting your martyrs in heaven We are the virgins killed saving your fallen and unforgiven Our virgin’s blood…

And Eternity is too short — One more root dies and my once strong tree is tilting I don’t want to lean on you don’t want to uproot your life Another root faces strife Still another cut late last night I don’t want to be needing you I need a good fall pruning A winter’s sleeping Awaiting the…