Childhood Creativity

My dad gave me a
Blue broom handle and it turned
To a wizard's staff.

Syrena's Prayer

Give me air,
Give me life.

Give me the smooth caress of silken waves
Give me the sun sparkling high above
Give me the sweet taste of freedom

Give me air,
Give me life.

Give me my sisters
Give me my friends
Give me my aquatic brothers

Give me air,
Give me life.

Give me some one different
Give me a protector
Give me love

Give me air,
Give me life.

Pas le Jambe du Danseur

It is the worst punishment of all

To have one leg
When you have used two for so long
To walk, to run,
To dance, to
Fly

Take what ever you wish.
Take money,
Possessions,
Time.

But do not take the leg of a dancer.
Not the leg of dancer.
Pas le jambe du danseur.
PAS LE JAMBE DU DANSEUR!

Tastes Like Jazz

He tastes like jazz.
Smooth,
And sweet- no!
Sour - wait!
Silken- maybe.

He is like jazz,
He can be however he likes.
And I'm in love with him.

I'm in love with jazz,
With swinging, switching rhythms
Leaping hearts
And flittering notes,
Pure and high on a solo saxophone
With low notes rumbling across
A bass standing alone.
The quiet,
The loud,
The happy and sad,
It's all mine.

Shoes

Wearing shoes too small
And jeans too big,
He wanders the school,
glum.

You see,
His shoes are symbols
Of crushed dreams
And lost freedoms,
Money not spent
On the college
I've heard him speak of
With so much passion.

His life-blood denied him,
His hopes shattered before him,
And all I can do
Is stand beside him,
Hold him,
Praying that he find His Way.

Sleep

Bedtime is bad.
Bedtime means I'm alone.

By myself,
In the dark,
Left with only my traitorous thoughts.

It's no wonder I sleep so little.
Without the distractions of day,
Night creeps in
With it's dark lies(truths)
That I am vain,
That I am selfish,
That I am alone.
If I am not perfect,
If I cannot distract myself,
What will happen
With the lies(truths)
Slip into day?

Reason Says I'm Wrong

Why can't I breathe?
I'm afraid I'll cry.
Why can't I walk?
I'm afraid I'll cry.
Why can't I speak?
I'm afraid I'll cry.
Why can't I sing?
I'm afraid I'll cry.
Why can I only smile?
I'm afraid I'll cry.
Why can't I cry?
I'm afraid you'll love me less.

Why can't I fail?
You'll love me less.
Why can't I say no?
You'll love me less.
Why can't I show pain?
You'll love me less.

And then I'll be alone again,
The fool again,
The lost, kicked puppy again.

Reason says I'm wrong.
Then why the hell
Am I crying alone?