Vision+Voice

There once was a boy named Aaron
Who stepped on some oil
Then started to fall
Then he ate a pear
He fell on a ball
To avoid a great wall

Summer days by the beach
Summer days eating ice cream
Summer days by the pool
Summer days in the sun
Summer days are fun

Come it’s time to bloom
Bloom little flower grow, bloom
Come see the world come

Winter is cold
In the snow we go
Nothing is better than snow
Tomorrow is Christmas
Even New Years is near
Rivers and ponds are frozen

Down comes a rain drop
A seed is waiting to sprout
the season of spring

Some canoes rush through
The fluffy clouds in the sky
The summer shapes float

Leaves are everywhere

Ham is Ham
Ham is a good boy
Ham is not a ma’am
Ham is yam
Ham is a lamb
Ham likes jam

Bam is a yam
Bam likes ham
Ham likes Sam
Sam likes jam
Bam likes Sam

Her sweeping branches dance and sway,
Like waves rippling from the shore,
Her velvet flowers flow down her arms,
Cascading to the floor.

She murmurs to the flowing stream,
She whispers to the trees,
Her weeping tendrils dance and twirl,
Into the midnight breeze.

No matter what happens in other worlds,
I know that nothing can change her,
She’ll never change by will of man,
Only by will of nature.

Her bark has cut and torn my skin,
Her arms have yanked my hair,
Every time, I get new scars,
Yet somehow, I don’t care.

She’s always living in my mind,
I’ll always long to be,
Under her branches, far away,
Beneath the willow tree.

She looks at her reflection in the glass
Her gaze fierce as orange flames burns her
Wild tangled hair messes a neatly tied image
Blue sharp eyes penetrate the ambient light
Her visual appearance says it all
She is Kira, the blue silvered headed girl

That foreign, strange, weird, nasty, ugly little girl
A weak dainty thing like fragile glass
Yet never breaking even amongst them all
Those who stab small delicate words at her
Calling her more dangerous than the light
That which shows her a broken distorted image

Staring at her own mirrored image
She tugs at the hair that makes this girl
Hoping her hands erase what is shown in light
Making fists and breaking away at glass
Ignoring the cuts she forces on her
Trusting the memories will fade with it all

Picking up shards of forged truth, she sees all
What makes up that neverending image
The words, the stares, the fists thrown at her
All that pressed, tightened, and shattered the girl
She who stood tall before wavering glass
Never knew she also resembled light

Her lucid locks give off a soft light
In that moment she forgets it all
Drops the voices, her hands, the glass
Finds herself in a transformed image
Daring to see what is left of the girl
She carefully removes a piece off her

In that fragment she catches a glimpse of her
A soft messy figure enveloped in light
Wild hair, mesmerizing eyes, she is a girl
who with a transparent gaze realizes, all
those who twisted and tore her image
were trying to hide the beauty on the glass

She picks them all, the pieces that cut at her
Fixing and mending her image, she places focus on emerging light
Which she uses to make new glass, one reflecting a most beautiful girl

I sat inside a boat at sea,
Sailing through night and day,
She caught my eye, gleaming afar,
Only 13 miles away.

Her gorgeous colors lit up the sky,
Drowning out, the dark abyss,
Gold danced with red, dusted by pink,
Promising happiness.

She enchanted me at sight,
I knew I had to find,
Her waiting there, waiting for me,
I knew she must be mine.

I sailed faster faster after her,
Racing through night and day,
Tears stung my eyes, cause’ there she was,
Still 13 miles away.

My ship began to splinter, rot,
I didn’t stop, I didn’t care,
I tore faster faster through the waves,
Wasn’t she right there?

My face was cut and drenched with tears,
My ship was worn, from stern to bow,
One day, I lowered my tattered sail,
Finally, I let her go.

And now I sit here in my boat,
Sailing at peace, through night and day,
I look, knowing she’ll always be there,
13 miles away.