Lead Paint

I refuse to grow up
If I'll end up
Just another lost boy
Thrown from Neverland
To Never can and Never will.
To always sleep and Never dream:
Maybe this is your dream,
But I'll hold to mine...
I've found my way
And you can't say
That I'm too young to understand.
It's okay, it's okay,
You can act like it's okay,
But the facts will say
That things... fall apart,
Our childhood playthings start
To fade from our minds much sooner
Than cheap Chinese paint
That kills children.
But we buy it. We buy it anyway...

dirty-dishes love

there are bills on the table,
and the laundry's piled high on the bed.
but the window's all alight with a love
that has no time for dirty dishes,
with a love that knows only laughter, friendship,
and slow dancing 'neath a bare, hundred-watt bulb.

seventeen

shadows of an airy past
dissolve then coalesce
as constellation sketches
on the canvas of my mind,
streaks of tarnished stardust
sighing through the dark'ning skies.

yet ashen memories ignite my soul
and whet my will to burn once more,
though in that blaze–  i'll burn.

bridges to my past...