At one time the tail was 75,
A record counter of those i made feel alive,
As the more i showed the way,
About the world into bright of the day,
Animated slowly to touch the sky,
Another added to the length so high,
Answering a question as why so long,
And being pointed out as being wrong,
An ending to the recorded thing out the back,
Abruptly after the hurtful words of attack,
Also invading the personal space,
Angered to 5 as realized it was only disgrace,
Am I still going to help others to see,
Helping others is a sign of maybe.

My broken limbs do not bleed,
grown from the ground from a seed,
cut at the bottom what you can see,
i was but a simple elegant tree,
if i was to turn into a pencil to write,
i would say things to earn my right,
paper i would become too,
and cut your shins off you,
we still live under the ground,
unable to move or make a sound,
a stump poking up from beneath the Earth,
I only hope what i become was the worth,
giving oxygen which is needed for you more,
remember i was here millions of years before,
one day evolution will switch off the creation of air,
for i only need the sun and would i really care.

softened gentle mists of dust settled on smooth surfaces,
of before and wondering the millions of places,
scattered nature on woven processed animal fur,
a place where it all belongs never knowing where they were,
sands of rock joined back and smoothed flat,
more of nature invades with hair drifting from a cat,
the pictures on the walls hanging against plastered dust,
as the wooden doors with metal hinges will eventually rust,
a plant of nature kept hostage against its roots to feed,
safe as it seems from out there with the invasion of a weed,
everything inside was taken from out and changed to be blocks,
as we stare captivated at the beauty of waterfalls over rocks,
why lock ourselves inside the prison we pay for with strain,
when the most precious of all our souls goes directly down the drain.

the cracks in the crust of the dark earth,
as a dimmed shine of the sun being worth,
cracked sky of dead trees lightning black,
ripples of heat blowing forth and back,
rusted metals being eaten by brown paint,
as the reminders of them still but faint,
streams of light reflect on curves of before,
while the ground waits forever rain pour,
skulls and other bones kneel to pray,
as the gods are gone after that day,
hatred covered the planet in war and burned,
nothing continues after nothing was learned,
history told us this would again happen this year,
but now we are gone forever to disappear.

Nothing ever fades in the beauty of your wings,
as flying above listening to your sings,
songs of caring with echoes of sound,
the only time you eat is when on the ground,
glide in the winds that blow against your beak,
blink with two eyelids and never ever speak,
for those that feed from the bottom and soar at the top,
you will still be here when the humans stop.

loved feelings are ignited with the simple question,
by another who tells you things as a suggestion,
later revealing some painful hurting lies,
in your mind was everything said part of the disguise,
not believing and nothing said by anyone else true,
curling up into a ball with nothing planned to do,
in this place you cannot be hurt by the pain,
but nothing enters to show you for certain,
trapped in this shell you turn into a complete bitch,
casting spells out of it being a magical hating witch,
nothing happens and karma doesn't serve,
eventually getting out to see nothing to deserve,
moving on but never forgetting that hurt you hold inside,
the tears have been there so long but now have dried.

waves of wonder with clouds of thunder,
scrolls of white turn to blue,
at this place my eyes turn to you,

shouts of deep to wake from sleep,
scattered voices echo the halls,
at this place you hear my calls,

curls of hair with a loving stare,
gliding a touch over your skin,
at this place i touched deep within,

the heart can only beat for that which is sweet,
pumping through veins around,
at this place your always found,

they watch from far and don't know who you are,
but i know all there is to see,
at this place is where you love me.

into that darkness i place my claws,
scratching at the black causing flaws,
flapping wings pulling the bones in my back,
as the claw cuts in causing the stone to crack,
melting through turning hard rock into sand,
the smoke covers the air from the fire of my hand,
reaching deep inside to take out what was hidden within,
feeling it in the palm of my gripping hand against my skin,
pulling out slow to reveal it to the eyes,
hearing the millions of screams and painful cries,
the generator of sadness was inside the stone,
as i put it inside me to block its influence alone.

something to some for somewhat a short time,
just an ego pulsing thing with a stupid rhyme,
a shoulder to lean and push over into their mud,
cut with the nails and stabbed to spill blood,
screaming from the voice of words never said,
dry and useless at the emotionless dead,
bring them up from their pain in the below,
now you can go on your own path and not follow,
i just pass by in the wind and gust,
but i prefer if you keep in contact to trust.

A creeping fog blankets the mountain peaks,
as her lips sing the words of love she speaks,
echoes of voices over rocks as it bounced,
as the message heard from her announced,
flowing through the clouded mists of white,
with him holding a cloth in his hands so tight,
sewed words she is speaking now from above,
to sing to the world in echoes of her love,
overlapping sounds change what is said,
saying something else instead,
from positive words to negative threat,
being so far away he can never forget,
once a sweet voice from her loving soul,
is now breaking his heart to fall in a hole,
the cloth floats down with ease so slow,
as he doesn't leave a track to follow.