An April Dream

An April dream caressed my cheek
On a frigid February morning
To remind me that her sweet spring song
Would in time be coming.
I took my time to stretch my bones
And made no hurry yawning.
The gentle wet of season's lips
I left for cherishing and fawning.
I could almost smell the honey
Rain and fragrant rosebuds blooming,
But then I saw on my bleak pane
The frost of dawning glooming,
And I was awake.

The Way is reminiscent of an English Oak

Over the spiked, latched gate
By way of concrete main road
Then on minor crooked ones
Winding through ever thicker fog,
No Talk. Whisper.
Step softly on virgin grass.
There is no light now,
Exists only what's seen in mind's eye.
Alright, it's time,
Hoodies on.

The bag.
Did you bring the cigs?
Nevermind.
Lighter.

There's no breeze tonight...
God the moon is white...
No enemies in sight,
Alright, yeeeah=]
Damn this shit is tight.

I think of you only when I am alone

I think of you only when I am alone
To preserve your faint memory unblemished.
Long, too long since I last looked on your gaze
Of peaceful eyes set on cherry blossom lips,
Your body moved in bright angelic ways,
But just a treasure now, it constantly fades.
Gone, long gone are those carefree, halcyon days.

In my chest I lock your face and features,
And when in vacant room with lonely mind
I take my time unlocking, removing
Your remains, scrubbing and polishing their idol.
I hope to you in secret broken prayers
Knowing well that you're no longer there,
But what's left of you I keep inside me.
Dearest, you are too fragile to be free!
Things cannot be how they used to be
When once two lovers loved eachother perfectly.

But stay

But stay,
And have a spot by me
Underneath this redwood tree.
There's room for two,
There's room for you
To spread your length
Along the grass.
Rest on heels and hands and hips,
And let sweet breath
Whisper words through your lips.
Let me hear what's on your mind
As I admire your youthful eyes
And all your figure's curves and lines.
How your locks of blonde reflect
The flawless grace of white-rose face
And stretching skin of noble neck.
Place your precious hands in mine,
Your touch divine
Sends burst of happy
Laughing up my spine.
Now your head toward mine own draws near,
Then vanishes all doubts and fear.
There's nothing more than t'have you here,
To feel your lips, enter in your sphere.
I'm in love with you,
I am my dear

Blowing Trees

I am perched inside a tree,
Hidden by a grip of leaves,
Many people I can see
As they travel under me.
People come and people go,
Where they're headed I dunno,
Their hair and hats don't tell me so,
Do their shoes and clothing though?
Cannot tell from this high bough.

Why am I inside a tree,
And why are they on road below?
I saw this tree while upward looking
On my comings going to and fro.
Saw it 'bove and climbed inside
To see what life is in the sky.
I'm not stuck here in this tree,
There's just no place I'd rather be.
I figured I'd just rest a bit,
But don't know if I'll ever quit,
And live legit.

=]

I didn't know
The touch of snow
'Til snowball pelt
On face I felt

Nous apprécions le ciel

quack

Period 2

Sometimes it's funny
When Jay Chi makes jokes
At Hosario across the row,
Or calls her a bitch,
Or a dirty mexican,
So only me and he and she can hear.
Sometimes it's a reality check
When Hosario turns face
And fights him back,
But he won't surrender
And I only laugh.
Today, he stuck a
Paper glider in her hair.
It peaked like a fool's cap,
And Jay Chi chuckled,
And I only laughed.

Arabesque

On a white sheet of paper
In black ink, or silver
Rounds on violet stitching.
Curls and whisps
Moving nowhere, no stay to stop.
It's a maze of motion,
But by no means madness.
Arabesque.

Freestyle

I am laying in bed
In a room that's silent
And the character slow
Of the shiftless fan
Drops teardrops of grain
To the beat of unheard rain

I saw from afar
What I didn't dare approach
For fear of becoming
Uncomfortably close
So the sun set without a word
Over vast waters azure
And only shadows heard

Then with no time left
They played on fiddles fair
And let blow free their hair
To play the songs that no one'd heard
To play them to make forget care
'Til the firelight danced
To the beat of their feet
On the solid dirt floor
Of the place where they meet

Where there existed no hate
No not even a bit
Don't quote me boy
Cuz I ain't said shit

ps I love You

No, her eyes were two suns
Glowing with the eagerness of youth
And they did shine at me
Veiled by unloosed sable locks
Who gave way to piqued rose cheeks
With cherry blossom lips pressing
On flawless white teeth

Another day

It might rain