Grey I looked at it with blurred eyes, As a sea washed the dust off my cheeks, And the wooden boat to heaven parked at the Sorrow-Filled Dock, Waiting to take her away, It was once an emerald garden, leaves now turning grey. She laid flat on her back, On her pretty velvet bed, Her pillows were daisies, surrounding her head, Her teddy bear was made of roses, And they used her chest as their garden, A garden in May, The leaves turning grey. An army dressed in black bathed her in tears, Clothed her in sorrow, built up all these years, They all wore masks laced with sorrow, Even though they knew, They would be seeing her sapphire eyes very soon. The wind sympathized with everyone there, It hugged them tightly, And stroked their limp hair, It kissed their cheeks, So cold yet gay, The leaves were once green; now they're grey. Her spirit went up, And the coffin went down, Ascending to heaven, She saw a king with no crown, He held her hand and lead her through, Her garden would be now, Forever anew.

Imagine I sulk around the pavement, Dreaming of a day, When all my deepest worries, Will simply disintegrate, The wind will whistle with whispers, Of rose petals in May, Every needy table will be furnished, With a feast on each day, And golden cups and blossomed buttercups, All in a bouquet, And peasants of the land are free to participate, And greed is nonexistent, It vanishes at Hope Bay, The border of reality, Far, far away.

NIGHTMARES My world goes black, And suddenly, a wind blows through my head, But it's not enough to settle, The erupting in my bed, I see a light and with great flight, My head leaps from my pillow, But it's not enough, of great big jump, To lift the falling trees of Willow. A loud gunshot swims through my ears, And shoots out my mouth as a scream, But it's not enough to startle the killer, That massacred my sweet dreams.

A Lyric For The Ages Sometimes it seems like the stars scattered across the sky, Are shiny, silver Bugattis, sometimes I wish they weren't so high, Because when something that provides us light is just a flashy toy, How can we receive any light besides authentic joy? And those synthetic voids that fill up your earth and sky, They're bound to cascade from the pedestal you made, And crush us with a merciless might.

Robert Puckerfish I call him Robert Puckerfish, He stumbles when he walks, I wonder if this strange swagger affects the way he talks, Because his tone shifts and crackles, While his eyes dart to and fro, As if there was a frog squirming in his throat. Sometimes, he just stares at the stars, Wondering how they survive from afar, Only providing for everyone else, When they never spend any light on themselves, They reminded him of himself. And When Ronald was in need of a friend, Someone to trust, to love, in whom he could confide, He'd lean over and await a smile from the lamp at his bedside, It's as if his world is a crazy dream, But no matter how crazy, crazy seems, Would you rather go crazy in Reality? What if your world was just an insane delusion, With never-ending optical illusions, You wouldn't want to be woken from your dream , I'm sure it'd be a bore, To wake up a washed up seaweed on Reality's shores.