a Kindergarden Rhymester NOT

Seen in those blue eyes through eyes not of my own
Known you over the years...every year the fondness found grown
A silly one...A witty one ....confused and yet so remarkably strong
The best quality about you is you cant stand anything wrong

Whether it is your eyes two or eyes four
See through my eyes you would always want to see more
how I wish I could see you more
how I wish I could show you I adore!

Made a kindergarden rhymester out of a writer so dark
What I created now and what I feel so contrasting stark
You make me want to write and write innocently all over again
Yuck! Its all fluff and happiness where is the sorrow where is the pain?


What do I want I dont even know
Knowing you more is sure one way to go
Its strange how a closed book keeps you awake @ night
And yet when you uncover her in day light broad
She makes you still lose all sight

Language of Dreams

Darkness pervades the realm of my night...
Torturing my soul, even days are not bright...
Drowning away in sights I lose my vision...
Dreams are taking me hostage for no rhyme or reason...
There is a story to be read of course in these weary eyes...
Yet I cant read even after a million Tries!!!

Apathy, Sorrow, Torture, Fear
Uncontrollable Pain as "eye" sheds a tear
Ain't no stopping this pain it seems
For I understand not the language of dreams!!! (C)