Read Away
Books are my place of comfort.
This they don't understand well.
It’s just a hobby, a fun thing to do.
They’re a place of rest.

Get away from the cursing.
Block out the hurtful names,
Get lost in a storybook.
Learn to stay away.

Good to yourself and others.
This is what is taught,
In my realm of tales.
Doing what is not done.




Black Bell
Death, death clings to all
In portions big and small.
Is it coincidence or fate?

Was it love or was it hate?
Was it a close mate?
Why can't I comprehend?

Whether it’s real or fake pretend,
That they've gone around the bend.
Seeming like a children’s game.

Darkness is not one to tame.
The black bell rings its call,
Death, death clings to all.








Prospero's Cause
I saw him standing there
Roaring unto the air
Weaving spells of the cloak
Causing wind to swerve and choke

The fury of those who had wronged
Replaced for what he has longed
To be home, back in Milan
So tired of this islands lawn

Prospero, with his cunning
Knew the boy would come running
To take his daughter's hand
A way back to his homeland



Tailor made
If you were the tailor and I was the seamstress
Everything would be made to fit

If people thought our cloths were worthless
That will suit us just fine, wont it

If your heart was ripped up and a mess
Id fix it ‘cause you can’t knit





Droning on
Go far, an endless way,
There my spirit lies.
In between the books read,
Where the page tips fold.

My body slumps on the seats,
In a class taught by mouths.
Will time ever go on for us?
The bell ceases to answer.