Laura

To pick a flower only to watch it wilt,
I walked through heaven and then fell from stilts,
The mountains behind me and the valley below,
At the end of a line with my dreams in a row

Some people on platforms, some on the stage,
Some people on the noose, and some in their grave,
Stearing wheel's busted and the tires are flat,
I've been forced to pull memories out of a hat

If I looked into your eyes I would see hurricanes,
Through the clouds I see that the flood remains,
Years of happiness have turned into sludge,
The sink is overflowing and the drain won't budge

It defeats the purpose of tredding anything,
Only to be wisked away on a hook and a string,
As I'm released back below the surface waves,
I take my last breathe living as a slave

I'm in a lighthouse facing this storm,
Standing on top of where the world was formed,
The orchestra acts like waves crashing stage,
And Romeo flips ahead to the very last page

I have been cursed with the most wicked ways,
Love can leave you empty when the demons pray,
So whisper in my ears, my angel from above,
The deafeaning heartbeat of a fruitless love

If I got up to hold you, what would you say?
Would you hold me back like a tragic play?
And if I were to come and visit your bones,
At least I would feel like I had never been alone

I know a lonely woman who has yet to see,
A heart that stretches out to eternity,
She cannot build and is forced only to cling,
Onto a golden road as tense as a sling

If I were never to see her smile again,
I would be forced to face these brutal winds,
That tear thorns from roots like a needle's end,
Fallen from heaven by a large gust of wind

I'm haunted by those who will never return,
I'm looking out at hell with no more bridges to burn,
Time drives me crazy and it shatters my mind,
Broken vases wouldn't leave me to a fate so kind

Inside I am certain that a flower still grows,
But then again, as a still-life, who am I to know?
Somebody coats their world with blinding piant,
As I cry out to her ears in silenced restraint

Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams/Love A'Salin' (Rough Draft)

Love A Salin'

When my worst fears have all come true,
And the foggy nights are charging in,
When none of your hearts catch up to me,
And I think of her in silent reflection,
May time be swifter than the arrow,
And race me back to where I may belong,
I need give a message to my true love,
Pateintly waiting on the shoreline

I lift sails to see the course ahead,
See the shore when the boat is unmoving,
Blanketing my eyes to catch the wind,
Unsure if love would ever catch me,
But the anchor will not be cast today,
If so my heart would surely follow,
Being determined to sail forward,
And remaining not on the roily ocean

So many ships have been crossing seas,
As many are returning home in splinters,
Never again will for me be that life,
That left some drowned and others deserted,
They did not trust the crowsnest,
It aims too far and sees too far ahead,
And can sense storms attacking the bow,
And sail away from clear blue skies

If my lonley heart were to cower away,
I would be left broken and abandoned,
It would be sole the fault of my voice,
Speaking not over the raging tides,
This ocean was built by my tears,
After being rejected through the years,
Now becuase of my love's stable ground,
I am ready to face down my fears

Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams

Broken hearts and shattered dreams,
An autumn leaf cast to the waterfalls,
Frozen as a veil never lifted,
Glides like snow through winds without walls,
Caught on branches like bird feathers,
A child's balloon that lost its grip,
The land ripping apart underneath my feet,
into the void they slip

Broken hearts and shattered dreams,
The grindstone that burnt me down,



They are disgarded and I pity who I was before,
But I am still forced to wear this frown,

Human Kind

Ambitions must be broad enough to include the needs of others,
you will not believe as long as you do not love one another,
Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you,
I am a Hindu, a Moslem, a Christian, a Jew...

One who dares to waste has not discovered the value of life,
Our planet is the heart of the great Web of All Life,
Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living,
Remember, no one has ever become poor by giving

The best of the houses is where orphans get kindness,
Yet the weakness of humanity is our blindness,
Ink of scholars is more sacred than the blood of the martyr,
Above all, thou shalt not be a victim nor a bystander

We give thanks to the Creator for these fruits of the sea,
We must become the change that we want to see,
The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives,
For the value of a person resides in what they give

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent, conquer him with love,
An individual has not started living until he can rise above,
Thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one striking at the root,
You are only to perform your duty without an eye on their fruit

A generous heart, service and compassion are the things which renew humanity,
There is no beauty in the finest cloth if it makes hunger and poverty,
The real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth,
you have the courage within you to fulfill the purpose of your birth

A man is not considered a good man because he is good at talking,
One does not sell the earth upon which the people are walking,
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be,
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy

The meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in peace,
Christ warned that warfare will not cease, but will increase,
We give our children answers to remember rather than problems to solve,
Preech the right opinion, speech, conduct, employment, exertion, and resolve

God will free you from slavery with a strong hand and outstretched arm,
Nobody should consider himself superior nor do harm,
A power which enslaves the individual by terror and force, an enemy it must,
May the world we leave them be a better one than was left to us

Picasso's Dream

Picasso wanted to weep, upon the colors of the stream,
He paints golden tears, reflecting from the sunlit dreams,
Mona Lisa steps upon them, they appear as stairs to light,
But as she falls down cheek, love's shadow a skybound flight,
Romeo forgot all about Juliet, did not drown her in poison,
Daggers keep a candle to night, but can't dim the eyes from sun

She bloomed like sunflowers, against a wallpaper peeling,
Van Gough's tears flood the pavement, attatched to lost feelings,
Out through windows Picasso stares, to nothing but a storm,
His hands against the glass, prayers don't keep his heart warm,
So he painted a dying flame, As if it were living at last,
And let it expire, Burning she loves me petals of the past

A man ponders before the flames, enclosing on his thoughts,
His hand waits to feel, her loving hand resting on top,
His eyes stare into distance, towards her eyes he wishes for,
Singing to an empty museum, Picasso stares down to the floor,
He's in the middle of galleries, surrounded by a past he knew,
Picasso holds out flower stems, grab the heart he keeps for you