kokopelli42

When life is cruel and puts me down, I take my doll and make her drown. When my heart is cold and frozen, I look around this path I've chosen. I'm not twisted, deranged, evil or mad, Although that could explain why thoughts of death make me glad... Be it on a noose and in a tree Or a bit of poison in my tea, These things, they keep me on my toes, With dreams of men on their backs in rows. Despite my favorite part of the day... being night, Or the joy I find in having my victims putting up a fight, I am not unlike any ordinary man. Just because I keep my favorite pets in cans, No, suffice it to say, you would never know the diffe

Out past old man James', Is a place without names. There stands a forest not lone, nor frail Taking off on imagination's sail. It lies like an untouched curl on a sleeping child, Hinting at the springtime dreams inside their head: pure and mild. With a soft-sweet breeze running through its crooks And a peaceful blue tint: like after a light rain looks. As the perceptive forest sighs, The motherly gaze of the moon Watches over all of the peering eyes Pouring over a twilight dune. There the knowlege of eternity lies Where the gods play impish, teasing games With secret beauty that man can not recognize, Rests out past old man Jam

Deep water. What is a deep pond? Is it a solution, an answer, an ending? As I stand here before these taunting waters, I question my life, look over my past. Could my story end here? Are the next pages blank? Is there another chapter worth writing? These waters reflect my past. Will they reflect my last sunset? The choice is mine, to walk back onto a strenuous trail Or to drift into these dark waters. A chance to live; a chance to die, Which will I regret? Come find me, off a forgoten trail, Up in the lonely mountains. I will be there, with a flame at my side; Looking up at a star sprinkled sky... Dreaming of deep waters.