The night keeps beggin' the moon
to stick around.  Don't go so soon.
'Cause it knows who'll be around
walkin' the streets of a lonely town
thinkin' of you.  It knows
it'll never get over the emptiness.
It's that kind of tune.

The typhoon tells the sea,
"Be careful now.   Again, it's he
sailin' your waves - breathin' my wind,
wonderin' why didn't it begin
without a chance to even end.
He carries a sorrow much deeper
than you'll ever be."

The canyon calls to the river it holds.
She sings proud.  She sings bold.
“You wear me down making me rise,
perfectly contrasting the skies,
only to be swallowed
by the ocean in the dead of night
so very deathly cold.”

The Canyon Calls

I hate the bargain of your society.
It took more than it ever gave to me.
And, in the end alleged prosperity
turned out to be the biggest scam.

I never meant to focus on my self,
or the items collecting on my shelf.
But, rising, angry demands of the delph
shook the center of who I am.

As the time and tides went rolling past
and shadows on the dreams were cast
growing doubt on how long we would last
found us not giving a damn.

We’re looking Future in the eye,
wonderin' 'bout when we all die,
the same questions of how and why,
we’ve had since we began.

When you come across me there,
and think I shoulda cut my hair,
remember:  I dodged despair
avoiding the mortal program.

Thoughtfully Loveless

Screeching shrikes shriek.
Shattering glass shards stab.
Stumbling mumble bums blab.
Brains stain sane.  Feign.
Run into darkness.

Moaning stone-boned
cracks back slack.
Fact’s the backtrack;
fallow, shallow hallow.
Hollow be anguish.

Grounding found sound,
ascent’s transcendent,
dead-end’s descendant.
Erudite pyrite insight
promulgates puppets.

Hiding ride resides.
Deceived believing
relieves conceiving.
Involve, absolve, revolve,
gardenia wilt.

Alliterative Literacy