How the Sun Shakes the Earth Pt2

Daisies dance in the sunlight but soon will die.
Glowing grass glistens but soon will gone.
As the fire breathed sun falls into the sea,
Are the things known, but now not seen.

1st Law of Motion

I am a tire;
My life, the road.
But you are the friction,
That slows my goals

Brite Nite

We will meet under the cheesy moon,
And candy stardust.
In a sea of dark chocolate.

The Purple Sky of A Westward Sun

The sunset is magnificent,
But brings sad feelings;
The close of a perfect day.

The Unslowing River

Lonely is not such a lonely word.
Many sail the same boat;
Down the river of each others tears.
Carrying someone else,
Without the thought of it.

The Old Man Is Snoring

In the winter,
The old man sleeps.
His hair turn white,
And his face dark.
He breathes ice.

All the while,
A crown is placed upon his head,
By an adventurous wanderer.
Not signifying royalty,
But submission.
The old man sleeps,
In the winter.

The Reason Puddles Are Formed

A thunder rolls.
A light will flash.
Yet, scared is not a feeling shared.
It's the constant sound of contentment.
The sense of zeal,
When eyes are sealed.

5 Minuets In the Cold

Five minuets in the cold,
I sat staring at your door.
Closed shut, waiting for ajar;
I remain, then sadness encased my car.

The thought of another meet.
Us their dancing in the street.
But alas, no such jubilee.
Left wondering, if you even feel me.

Broken Chains

Like a baby to his mother,
You grab my hand and pull
In the opposite way.
As a child you braced my legs,
Determining each step I should take.
Now you expect me to walk on my own?

Nonetheless I overcome your overpowering hand.
And as it is foreign to you,
You see me walk away.
Thus, you go back to what is known.
Swinging for my hand to tug.
Yet I'm too far gone, and momma lost her son.

In the Key of G-Minor

Love is but a song;
Playing to the tune of your heart.
It progresses,
From something simple to poetic.
It changes,
From a note into a melody.

So sing out that hidden song from within.
Play those heartstrings, never stopping.
Follow the song into oblivion.
Build on each sound, making chords
That flow from idea to idea.
Stringing together a melody.

You are the bird that hears my song,
And continues to sing it.
You occupy the hole in my heart.
Making residence,
Somewhere to grow and learn
To fly and spread that newly learned melody.

Listen to the Quiet Roar of Nothingness

Destitute, destitute!
Hark! Before not ere long.
See evidence seen as in song.
Learn truths that are forever gone.
Lost in our destitute, destitute!