The Mystical Unicorn

Honey it smells like you and I stop in my tracks Blink hard and try to see where I am Breathe in deep and go looking for the smell That stopped my heart oh I know I'm going to hell But the only thing I still like about you is your perfume When it smells like you I think of all that you'd do Your pretty eyes and the way they'd look into mine Lunch, sweet kissing and glasses of wine I see you and I feel just about nothing But if it smells like you I know I'm in trouble

Butterflies, blushes, kisses and smiles Sweet little nothings and being lost in your eyes <3 <3 <3

A magnificent striped predator Walks silently, head held high Its quick tail twitches. Surrender Dear deer, it is your time to die Hail to the Lord of the Sunderbans Hail to the Pride of India Hail to the endangered one King of Bengal Executioner of all Hail to the proud tiger Hail to the mighty tiger Hail. All hail to the dying tiger

Nature is not a work of art Nature is art itself The beautiful golden sunset The vast blue sky The coal black fur on my pet The wings of a butterfly Cloudy skies at dusk Silver rippling water The sheen of an ivory tusk The beauty of a child’s laughter A clear, starry night The bright white moon A hummingbird in flight A rose in full bloom Beauty doesn’t reach you because Ignorance acts like a boulder All of the world’s beauty Is in the eyes of the beholder

I miss when our teachers held our hands and led the way When they showed us what to do and had good things to say Instead of the disappointment now that they can’t even express And their pain and anger and apathy and distress Thanks to our thick skins and thick skulls and indolence Is it too late? Have we crossed a line? Is there a way to fix it, to somehow make it fine? It IS only just July, we still have time We can still get our act together and make them proud When the results are out, we can all shout out loud WE DID IT WE FREAKIN’ DID IT!!

It is winter in this city and winter in my heart As gusty winds of despair wail through its cracks I try, with frigid futility, to stoke the fires Of rage and passion, but my heart is frozen over No happy ember of enthusiasm Nor warm embrace of empathy Could melt the glaciers of gloom trickling slowly through my veins Chilling my bones and I drag my feet One step ahead of the last Failing miserably to get anywhere But they say the least I can do is try Try to move, try to see Beyond this fog of lethargy Before it swallows me whole And while my extremities thaw I will have melted into the mediocrity And insignificance of oblivion Rescue me o happy innocence of childhood Turn to molten chocolate the blades of ice that threaten to pierce my heart Keep me young and strong And foolish and productive Keep me going Help me fight my battle against my own inactivity Before it is too late And my life ends before it had even begun

Castles in air are made of glass Mine are plummeting to the earth Minutes away from A tragic but beautiful explosion Of light and shards of broken dreams Burning holes in the eyes Of those who chose to watch Ripping to shreds the hearts Of those who could not Punishing them for their misplaced faith In time and effort And me It is too late now I cannot prevent the descent of my dreams Nor alleviate the pain of those who care If my own heart aches far worse than I can bear The walls of ice in my heart are cracking Under pressure from a river of tears Crushed under the weight of sorrow And miserable, stupid regret No; I cannot stop my castles Constructed by hours of careful calculation From falling, but perhaps I could cushion the impact With sincerity of effort so that When my life finally comes to shambles There will be no pain – mine, or That of those so foolishly benevolent That they tried to help me

The weather is so gay This wonderful sunny day Its warmth and gentle breeze Rustling the leaves Of old, tired, dusty trees Hope and happiness Replacing the woes of winter From their dry, tired barks And our sad, weary hearts Isn't  it lovely? To have no worry To sit outside and enjoy Listening to the stories Of the Traveler’s joy

This is no time to rest To cool off you heels at dusk Or play cards with friends No, this is no time to be at ease This is that time when You must fight with your last breath Against yourself and your friends And against fatigue and lethargy This is that time when You must refuse compassion Or empathy Or offers to get out Because one hundred million others Are working all day Into the night Until daybreak Tirelessly Because one hundred million others Can not Will not Take it easy

Rome burns to the ground While we rest our able minds And agile bodies “Waiting” “Preparing,” we say For the next battle More dangerous than this one And inevitable if we go on this way Do you hear yourselves, men? Rise, my comrades And fight, today So we may rest forever more Fight today, one last time To avert a terrible war

If I have halted – Pressed down on my brakes It is because I am gathering momentum Revving my engines before I run my race Full speed Flying an inch off the ground Irreproachable Unstoppable Victorious Just you wait and watch

Death rains down upon Nature Leaves fall out of the sky Falling in clusters Falling as branches Falling as trees - once so high Felled by man Stupid, short-sighted disgrace Blind to the consequences of his actions Running an impossible race The birds are gone, the bees are gone The squirrels have fled Death drove them away as it descended Their home - their tree - is dead But what argument have I? It is the glory of money And all it can buy Versus an inconvenient tree A man has crippled my muse And I can say nor do a thing For it wasn't mine to defend Nor his to endure And if I kept quiet about death I should keep quiet about this Now he has a little more space to breathe And I must think of a crippled tree Its beauty destroyed, my art tainted With the burden of silence and hypocrisy

November approaches, too close for comfort And as I see autumn leaves falling off Leaving their trees bare, settling into the dirt A breeze blows by, shaking more off And bees and birds, startled, fly off, unhurt And I wonder, is this what they feel Our parents and teachers,  When they watch us growing up,  Helpless onlookers in our struggles Trying to catch up Because we've grown up too fast And are getting ready to leave the nest at last? If only I could jump over the roofs And ask that old tree to pause for a while Don't let them go so soon, I'd say Let your branches stay green for just another day Why do I feel this impending doom? Why is May rushing at me so soon? Let me stay for a little while more Let me study just a little bit more Let me get this right Let me put up a good fight Against myself and the past And do my best Before I leave the nest

A thousand tiny clusters Of fresh, happy green Growing through the summers Dazzling with their sheen Growing to protect Growing to provide Rewarded with neglect And misplaced pride In our ability to plunder To pillage, to use Nature in its wonder It is time now, to choose To preserve and to save Our savior, the tree Fight now, be brave You owe it to the tree With the smell of sweet flowers And the rustle of copper leaves One beholds the tree that towers And its thousand brazen sieves Tell tales of a better tomorrow No hunger and no sorrow Mighty, this tree, stands Powerless at our hands But should it be?

It hurts Like a steel monster Staring me down Crushing my throat Punching my guts When I The ugly duckling Look in the same mirror As you, the fair one Who is ugly inside You do not deserve your beauty Nor I, my lack thereof Yet if I were beautiful And you were not My heart would have been As ugly As you Why, then, do I rue your luck If “all that matters is what’s inside” They lied Looks do matter But I do not know why