Spring Time

Cool and clear you can hear the moon light.
The beauty of the sunrise is much more than slight.
Bird songs of such magnificence, you'll curl your toes tight.
A stroll in the park, nothing feels more right.

Before the beyond of the power of mind.
You can always rely on the simplicity of a Thyme.
There are marvels before you of so many kind.
It is spring time!

Death By Blue

This poem starts out like it's a friendly story.

With a kid in the city and he's out and exploring

With no bounds to his thoughts or imagination.

Cardboard wings soring the constellations.

The fire hydrant broke kids gather around.

It's the place to be, but he's not to be found.

For the little boy grew wings and started to spread 'em.

He never touched down until he got to heaven.

The little boy wandered where he wasn't supposed to.

An alarm sounded from a car he got closed to.

A man came running and shot with perfect placement.

And with the shot the boy's body hit the pavement.

Is it possible for us to live in peace,

To live without fear, fear of the police?

Cus we shake every time it thunders.

And after a while it starts to make you wonder.