Serial
I bleed today as I've never bled before
and still I refuse to clot.
This is more blood than I've ever seen,
and, brother, have I seen a lot.
It's funny how accidents happen this way;
I've killed quite a few in my time.
But I won't go to jail this, or any other day;
I believe I've commited no crime.
I now leave this world, so confusing to me;
it's given me nothing but pain.
My place in this world was easy to see:
I won't stop 'til everyone's slain.
June 1992
I Do
The flowers erupted last Tuesday,
once more bringing joy to my life.
They've given my life new-found meaning,
and ended the long run of strife.
They've helped me find courage to say how I feel
when fear was a double-edged knife.
It all seems so silly looking back on that day,
when I asked you if you'd be my wife.
June 1992
The Voyage of the Heart
We're put on this world to suffer,
that's what I believe to be true.
I realized this the day I found
no longer could I be near you.
It was going to be great to be
together everyday;
I love you more than life itself,
but now you've gone away.
So here I wait 'til you return,
return to ease my pain;
at least until the autumn comes,
and you must leave again.
June 1992
The Mule Person
I saw a little mule-person
sitting on a rock
down by Edgar's Swimming Hole,
next to the loading dock.
We ran into the forest,
close to the Nectar Run,
and he took me to his village
in a broken patch of sun.
June 1992
Cosmos
Starry, starry, starry night,
you are filled with starry light.
Planets dwindle to compare,
diminshed in your starry air,
shining bright with love's pure light,
covering all in shades of white;
the only thing of which we're sure
is that your light is the most pure;
shining on throughout the years,
washing away all our fears.
June 1992
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