Green light, red light How do you do, my dear old friend?I can't believe it's been four yearsSince the last time I was here (Will you love me again?) Oh, you know I got here finallyI've just had a lot to doThings I never got around to (Would you be mine, please?) But once I settle those thingsI'd like to sit and talk about the old daysSo many things have changed since we went away (Would you take this ring?) The last time I saw you was so long ago...You should really meet my husband TomI just know you two would get along. (I guess that's a no...)
VisitationsLate one night when light was goneAnd darkness was completeI heard a sound, around I looked,In fear from head to feet.No sight did meet nor greet my eyes,The room was dark as Hell.But again so faint, a dainty ring,The chiming of a bell.There came a glow, I know not howOr from whence it cameIt formed a ghost, twas most surprisingTo find I knew his name.Tis but a dream, it seems old self,A dream and nothing more,For I know that ghosts dont post themselvesAs watchmen by my door.I am not dead, he said at last.Im living yet, you see.Though you were right, Im not quite a ghost,Merely a memory."What you see now is how I wasThe last you saw my face.My gift to you: to view the pastFor Im the Spirit of Yesterdays."Your life was glad, no sad heartacheWould you have found back then.Though bar one link, you think youre done,And that you wont see joy again.I reached to him, a glimmer of li
Night Life "Not enough hours in the day? Au contraire! There are not enough hours in the night!" They say that there's not enough daytimeBut oh, I should like to protestFor when you compare with the night hoursDarkness will win, no contestThere are so many things to accomplishAnd daylight will just not sufficeYou can rob, steal, lie, murder, or gambleWhen it's nighttime, who needs to play nice?You can dance with the devil, gab with the ghosts,Brew potions 'til witches grow green,Pillage and plunder, tear spirits asunder,Night is the time for all things obscene!Who needs the dazzling daytimeWith the splendid black richness of night?There aren't enough hours, nor minutes, nor seconds,So screw that accursed sunlight!
The BeginningTwo strangers pass each other on the streetThey both look up but their eyes never meetAvoiding glances like mice would to catsWho would have guessed it would end up like that?Neither empty smile reaches hollow eyesCan't make a living off of hopeless liesA stranger's face in one she'd known so wellBoth know something's wrong, but they'll never tellThey'd both seen it coming from miles awayThough they tried to save it, things got worse day by dayHurtling like a comet crashing to earthNo stopping it now, for all they were worthShe can't sing her song without any tuneWithout any wings, she can't fly to the moonThere is no beginning that has no endThey've got one more chance to learn friendship againGiven their time, the old ashes may clearFrom the old flames, something new can appearA new hope reborn, though the chances are slimShe's not in love but she still loves himShe can't sing her song without any tuneWithout any wings, she can't fly to the moonThere is no begin
Color BluePurple divided by redOr green, subract the yellow,What a lonely, throbbing fellow.Broken hearts torn at the seams,An arrow shot straight through the dreams,Try to keep the tears from falling,Do your best to keep from calling,Attempting to break the drone of misery,And failing,Alone in a crowd of solitude and pain,Pushing against the onset of rain,Attempt to erase the ache and fear,Over a wailing sax and a pint of beer.Men without a cause, longing for the sand,An umbrella in the drink in hand,Light sparkling like diamonds in the seas,Or just a time less fickle than the breeze.Blue.