Origination

Close your eyes and sip that tea,
pull that body close to me.

Know I'm thy's
what's mine is yours,
uncharted treasure to explore.

Our souls are lead by the eyes,
to witness life's wry sense of time.

Rush,
rushing,
rapt to the skies.

A thriftless end to a frivolous beginning.  

Credo

Tripping across the sea,
I wonder what treasures are in store for thee.

To serve and smile,
helps your might.

All the while,
you hope to blight.

Stop sticking to me.

For wicked ways
and candid days
lead to unbalanced brains
and julienne hearts.

I am no ones keeper,
so let me be.

Peace is what I seek.

This is thy decree.

Shriveled and Shrill

These flowers you've given,
have all but withered and wept.

Each red petal,
leaps off the stem,
reaching the end of its metamorphosis.

How do you expect us to survive,
when every time we bloom,
you cut us from the gut down?


No, I won't accept such gloomy gifts.

Instead, I'll keep them safe,
so I may plant them at your grave. 

To Trick

Tricksters have the innate ability to recognize themselves in others.

How else do you think I've survived as long as I have?

We all play a part, in the game of life.

Just make sure you're the cat not the mouse when it's all said and done.