Fairly Fancy & Free

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Fairly fancy & free
Springtime upon my toes
Freshness abounds
Coming up with a rose

Whispering to the winds
Secrets of our years
No place to reside
Time to face our fears

Raised to our health
So we can no longer think
Simple happiness
Encased in nocturnal drink

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Irrational Journeys Into The Darkness

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Irrational journeys into the darkness
Feeling out your soul in the middle of the night
Still searching for that improbable trip
Recoiling into yourself at the tender slight
Trying to save all humanity
Sometimes you need to just save yourself
Taking time to mend your broken heart
Searching for the remedy for your soul’s health

The Rose Grew Up In Treacherous Soil

young-girl-531252The rose grew up in treacherous soil

One in which most would recoil

This little rose endured all the pain

And grew stronger with each drop of rain

Its health soared with the sun’s rays

And this increased with each passing day

This luscious red rose became too pure

In came evils in which there is no cure

Protection was never even a thought

They came in with their goals to rot

The rose was attacked and made very weak

A way to survive, it did seek

So, around this sweet rose, a patch of thorns did grow

It grew thicker and deeper than anyone could know

The thorns became so thick they blocked the water and sun

The drops of water that reached the rose became none

The sun’s loving rays, it could no longer see

This beautiful red rose tried to break free

It soon realized that it was a victim of its own organic cage

And it would sit there and die amongst the thorns and sage

Circa 1998