"I miss you. Hope to see you soon."

There aren't words for me to come to terms.
Put the tape in rewind. I'm not ready to play.

Maidez, Maidez!

Stomach cramps, but I refuse to regurgitate words.
I'm not saying much more beyond: "I'm sad."
Life is a bitch that doesn't care who gets slapped

Talked to the grave
Nothing spoke back.

Hope? In the words of one man
But in the hearts of a whole [nation]

Things should be morphing
But I rather be a chameleon--don't see me.
Don't find me.
Pretty, pretty please?

The keys are in the garage
Played frequently and hammered gently.
It was love at first note --another reason why dreams shouldn't be deferred...

Life is more than a FAD

Forever unmoved, but easily resolved.

Spinning in circles because I'm not ready to sail, yet.
There's a change in the wind;the paper is perfectly blank again...

Fixated on dreaming realities and becoming a possibility.

Life's a revolving door in rainy Missouri
But she still dances, even when the wheel jams.

Death was a scapegoat, a phobia--now it's just a fact

I'm sinking with the improbability that I'll marry you
Knowing that I don't know how to drown.