after hours of building he flicks on the switch,
nothing happens with his neck beginning to twitch,
checking the wires and firm plugs held in tight,
according to the manual everything is right,
ripping his hair from the skull in frustrating turns,
for simple instructions his blood burns,
growing more angry at this thing he may have made wrong,
finally calling the support hotline to be put on hold with a song,
at first his patience is just from his heating up ear,
now the frustration builds to almost a crying tear,
someone speaks on the other end of the line,
as he talks to try and calm making everything fine,
they work on the problem together tracing every step slow,
making him throw away the instructions not easy to follow,
checking every little part all the way back to the wall,
finding it just wasn't plugged in so thank you for the call.

little Elephant sprays water from his trunk,
as the mother pushes him down to dunk,
emerging from the brown murk to still play,
the mother looks to be smiling this day,
little Elephant runs along the mud,
during the raining seasonal flood,
his mother follows to keep a close eye,
for the predators seeking a meal of the little guy,
her hope is for him to grow to be big and strong,
a simple thing from life from her sweet song,
little Elephant grow up to lead the rest,
because they are a species that is truly blessed.

given a cd with words that mean nothing to him,
even the slightest hint he will listen to it is grim,
the months pass with no words spoken and forgot it all,
then the phone rings with a little call,
wanting the cd back as it was intended to borrow,
luckily he didn't clean his car until tomorrow,
just wanting to forget it all and not give a shit,
but the cd was given which meant a bit,
no thoughts of acting on this enter his head,
rather it was forced upon him instead,
take your networking scam cd back up your ass,
because i have no time for it so i give it a pass.

he sits on the verandah with his wife in the other chair,
long ago she lost her smooth skin and darker hair,
watching people pass by over times changed so much,
with his mind wandering he turns to give her hand a touch,
finding she is not there and died weeks before,
as he then remembers feeling rotten to the core,
days go like this as he spent the last 50 years with her near,
now his mind is slowing fading and soon will disappear,
he sits in his nursing home room looking outside,
wondering what is happening out there in the space so wide,
trapped in the white walls and smells of bleach,
degraded to not being able to move with toilet paper out of reach,
the day will come when death will reunite him with his love,
he just wishes it soon for living like this could use a shove.

the witches circle around the ancient crystal shard,
all must concentrate and think very hard,
within the circle is a link that is weak,
the eyes of the others search and seek,
looking to the one who keeps to her own,
they all eject her from the circle to be alone,
looking at them like it is unfair to be thrown out,
she calls to them but they don't listen to her shout,
a grin comes from another responsible for the act,
the ejected witch searches for proof of the fact,
constantly looking through books and scrolls,
noticing her fingers wrinkle and skin forming holes,
before she can show the evidence of that evil witch,
she turns to dust while showing proof the other is a bitch.

Sugar sprinkles down from my finger tips,
pouring the hot water in starting with smaller drips,
holding the cup on the handle with tight grips,
moving up to the mouth and giving little sips,
steam rises from its heat as it swirls and flips,
once again moving the cup to press upon the lips,
taking the biscuit and giving it little dips,
as the end drops off and floats to the top like little ships.

crack my sky with a hint of whats behind,
rumble my Earth with thunder combined,
roll in the clouds bringing the rain,
flooding the streets and overflowing the drain,
slice through the sky with a swipe of light,
flash on my eyes the buildings at night,
bring fear into the dogs that bark or hide,
lose the power as the clouds break and divide,
bring the sun out to dry the puddles made,
turn from grey clouds to white then slowly fade.

the glass heart falls with reflections of sad faces,
smashing into little pieces covering all places,
cutting the skin and leaving scars that show,
shining in the light but that's the place they never go,
seen from the darkness the cause of that broken heart,
with another in the light making a new beginning start,
a reaching hand of sparkled skin enters the warm light,
blinding their eyes from the beams of rainbows so bright,
the heart was not glass as thought before,
it was of crystal and the hardest without a flaw,
'you broke it with your lies and hate'
'now you are blind and it is your own fate'
words spoken from the heart that was replaced with cracks,
made from the parts of the old and leaving painful tracks,
reminders of how cruel a mind of false love can be,
as the scars are now covered where no one can see.

sneaking up behind the dork scares the girl,
as she badly acts with her hair in a perfect swirl,
they aren't going out but are friends for some reason,
as the night is warm from this summer horror movie season,
another scare from a friend as they turn the corner around,
they see its their other friends who hold beers and piss on the ground,
going to a party where the cool people go,
they all head there to an old house with a foggish glow,
other people meet and someone tells a lame joke,
then the party is actually boring until something broke,
the music sux and people dance but barely touch,
one person says they have drank too damn much,
then the smart girl who can scream annoyingly loud,
isn't drinking much and doesn't like being in the crowd,
they all die in random order with stupid ways,
until its just the killer and the girl as she stays,
she kills the killer and for some reason doesn't get the blame,
as she could have killed them and played a stupid game.

fog exhales from his deep warm breath,
looking over the grave of his father after death,
a cross marks the place to point to the sky,
with a frown on his face to wonder why,
taken from his life by a force he cannot beat,
they enslaved his family giving little to eat,
weeks pass as this night grows dim with rage built inside,
as his fat master consumes a meal with mouth open wide,
guests all sit at the table and speak of shit,
noticing the master of the house eating every bit,
not a poison or an object but a simple idea,
knowing he is allergic to them with a constant fear,
carefully placed on the tip of his pork,
a bee stinger set and pressed with a fork,
the master feels its sting deep in his throat,
closing the air way as the guests think its a joke,
noticing him turning red and trying to speak,
then turning purple except around the cheek,
the guests all don't move as he struggles to live,
as the slave runs in knowing his father will not forgive,
taking his flute he plays during the days on the land,
jamming it down his masters throat with his dirty hand,
the master breathes with a flute standing tall,
playing a sound loudly that vibrates the wall,
all the guests leave with the master still playing a tune,
as they all look at him with grins to control his life soon.