the best laid plans of men and mice are never right speak it ; believe it; receive it think this twice after thrice, let it go and cry the tears that comedown. what is created, it might just be, a nice

a fiery comet lined my heart i became so delicate to the touch me, i do not care personally, it is all fair in my eyes at least extinguished for a brief time upon the rebirth burnt meadows turned to sea

maybe im a blank stare, in search of a ship, it is unclear which perhaps a new barrel of rum to fill, a chasm inside, clear and brightly undefined with what force should i take, the things that were never

soon im gonna wake up, someones gonna bring me round. -- Today i look forward to tomorrow -- self-destruction is a way of blaming myself, protecting those close to you. you didn't do this, you're perfect

Wish away today With the belief and trust Of an imbalanced return. Simply put This is false And we strive to talk of truths. A memory and a lesson Form our trail Although hazing evermore, We continue to

grow out from the widening crack see the world that will bring you back around to me for me clarity from afar the mountains all fell a super occasion will tell scented by forgotten aromas, a pale comparison,

run away from the kingdom you lead then you can tell me how to be upon your high chair you look down and laugh but i see a world far beyond your own decrypt my salty tears as words tumble from the mountain

i agree as do i oh, you too? are you surprised? yes because you never agree with what i agree with lets all agree on this then this is nice ...but but what? heres something else for you to agree on i do

to be honest with you i could sit here and tell you the ins and outs of a boring story and make it all about you instead, allow a moment of silence for me because inward projections of thought calm me

learn of fruitful things, taste the sour fizz of the first bite, wander your mind to where you feel just right, gently excuse yourself from the room and begin your flight in my house i have no shackles,

Fly away today with a bucket in hand, List away today with a pen in mind, If you jump off the cliff just land on a cloud I'm a ramblin' man, Going on space walks are peaceful, But my legs turn to jelly

pilot of my mind, blast me off, escape, for i do not wish to be here pilot of my mind, where will we go? thrilled, i look forward to our arrival puppeteer of my body, dictate my slumped weight, manipulate,

i feel an unimaginable attraction to you, like a cat wandering into a cave of curiosity, our paths interwoven and determined. what are you? some enigmatic magnet, the thought is so alluring it crosses

wipe that tear away, it is far too sad, things you may have wanted, and you can't bring them close. i can give you hope, but thats far too cruel, im not your saviour, but dont give up. spare me a smile,

Young are our dead Like babies they lie The wombs they blest once Not healed dry And yet - too soon Into each space A cold earth falls On colder face. Quite still they lie These fresh-cut reeds Clutched

( Are robot priests the future of funerals? So, I was browsing the interwebs earlier and stumbled upon some crazy news.  "Robot priest to conduct Buddhist funerals complete with chanted sutras and

in the east you rose, froze in a pose, over land and seas, you're the coolest summer breeze, but i can't get by, and i cannot lie, that you give it all to me, but you will not see, because upon the re-birth,

we live to escape the dull days, when instead, we should learn to accept them, embrace the dark, hug the cold, give warmth, what happens when ice meets fire? water: the basis of life. give life by giving

why smile? we walk this earth with a blank stare, watching the clocks tick-tock and time fly by, why? because its a mad rush and we say that time is just so rare. due to our youth and economic state, we

Growing up an only child - even though you're 1 of 4 - means you must be different. I can't explain this or proclaim to be some gifted thing. But what I dreamed of that night was surely no dream... Bedtime