Prince

A mangled, half eaten frog,

It’s mouth and eyes open,

Ready to leap and killed.

By the bark of the tree,

In the mangy grass,

Stood the shadow,

In the pouring rain,

Shielding it’s eyes,

From the brightly shining sun.

Cymbals and tambourines,

Knocked heavily above,

As the ant-troops marched.

Dotted with water,

Bathed with light,

Specks of blood,

Shards of bone,

Splat! on the dirt.

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Like a pillar,

That can blink.

But cannot move.

Goes around the focus,

But never in focus.

Take me over,

Guitars and cymbals.

I have love to give.

I know not where.

My head spins,

I jive.

The mother and children,

They wait.

To sleep and forget.

The agony.

Clouds in sky,

Clouds in mind,

Rain in blue.

Thirty four years,

And four years.

Intertwined.

The love, for two men.

Dotted by tears and smiles.

Happy and sad,

Part of life.

If death comes by,

I am camera ready.

Six Degrees of Separation?

Shorts were made to not wear pants,

Pants were made to hide the legs.

Legs were made to walk with,

Walks were made to emancipate.

Emancipation was made to free.

Free was made to not hide.

Not hiding was made to do good.

Good was made to run the world.

World was made to be a better place,

A better place was made for the innocents.

Innocents were made to be trampled upon.

Trampling was made to prevail upon.

Prevailing was made to conquer all.

Conquering was made to usurp the lands.

The land was made to be covered in snow.

The snow was made to make snowman.

The snowman was made to have fun.

Fun was made to live happily.

Happily in shorts, now that spring is nearing!