Happy Song, Gone Wrong

Hello, here I come again,

Little bitter, little vain

Venom spit, honey drip,

Let me see which way I trip.

I came to write a happy song,

But as it happens, I was wrong,

Here I go, who was I fooling?

You may even stop drooling.

The reason I have changed my mood,

Is first I have to think of food.

And of the bills and of the rents,

Or else sleepin' in the tents.

Money cannot buy you joy

I'm sure was said by one rich boy,

But for me now, to hell with honey,

'Coz I'm fuckin' out of money!

N.

Strings attached

Some random things that crossed my mind...and eyes...and ears -

A pearl string, drop of wine, waft of climbing roses, a twinkle, a blue marble, a descending snowflake, rustle of a kite, a banyan silhouette, confetti, a skyline in evening, a ripple, flute on still water, an echo in wilderness, smell of bamboo, a far light on a mountain, a swan in flight, a touch, pollens on a flower, a gift wrap and ribbon, mother, a green patch, smoke-ring, a star, dew drop at a red maple tip, effervescence, a gloworm, a red-white floral dress, a puddle under a great tree, silver moon, a windsweep on a meadow, an ant on a plant, morning glory, a shrub against the sky, quiet...
Good night...and morning...which reminds me having read somewhere, "Morning begins somewhere in the night."

Well then. Time to mix some slumber with that ember in the sky.

Soulmate

I'm so many persons within one...I'm as numerous as my emotions. And for each person, there is a friend, each separate. Why aren't You a common friend?...