My Own Robin GoodfellowSun-warmed face in careless cock-a-sideFull lips in a merry curveWhile bright eyes full of mischiefTickle the laughter from any who dare to meet themStrong hands calluscedBut generousRuthless and vengeful protectorLighthearted romping playmateLover of sunny days and deep woodsLike wood himself at timesHard hooves planted firmly in the earthYet vanishing at will without a traceThe frolicking faunThe Puck of my heartWho frees me to feel joyAt my own existence
Sinking BeneathI stood still andDescended to a world beneathAnd felted to the tapestry(My own)Where there is no intentionNor method, nor willAnd the constant shifting peopleAre not peopleHusk full of lifeDusty breaths in joyous silenceChittering notes to a slow and changing beatLittle boundless dance around and through meFar below my woven threadsOf tight-spun lives--With and far below
Drum DanceQuiver nervouslyLike the fire in the centerPeer across the smoky hazeListen and moveIt's a natural danceYour fingers find the beatFirst matching itThen tapping around itFire and darkPound and thrumRap and repeatIn the dance of drumA sensual shapeHas risen to danceThe drumming slowsTo fathom this motionNight conceals and light revealsEach in their own turnAnd turn she does in mysterious waysAlmost smell her hair theHeat on her faceShe twines and curvesHer red veils spinBeneath her bellsThe flame-lit skinA bending rhythm of dark wishesWinding around the fireWhirling until the bare feetBarely touch the ground beneath themIn the firelight her sweatSeems to glitter like gold adornmentHer arms are snaking ever fasterTwirling skirts and teasing laughterSuddenly it's THREETWOONE
Fighting TearsI saw my sister fighting tearsAnd cried for herIn the shower where no one would seeI felt ashamedOf my lesser pain
When I hide PainA haunting feeling,I know its love.I don't want it,I want to be your friend.I stay awake dreaming,crying for help.Please, can't you see,I'm in pain. Tell me,What do you feel. Do I want risk our friendship,for this crush. I need to talk,Will you hate me.
MicrophoneIt emphasized his voiceThe song in his bodyThe pain in his heartThe blood in his veinsThe love in his voiceEverything that made himCompleteHe was perfect on stageAnd everywhere elseHis love for the fansWas unmistakable and vastHe was a great man, not just because of how he sang,But how much he caredFor everyone,not just close people,But everyone that loved him, he loved back
Is it all a lie?If you love someoneWhy do you fight?If you care about themWhy do you say these hurtful things?Is that all love will ever be?Yelling and fighting, hurting and dyingIs there even love in this world?A false hope, a dream?Friends and family and loversIs it all a lie?
Living IsLiving is when youPick up all the pieces and broken bitsOf what used to be beautifulOf what still isAnd try not to cut your fingersBut you do, and you knew you would