Since when do Bunnies lay eggs?

Hallmark got another hit

Throw another fit

Speak with your hands

Control your voice

I’ll show you the bad lands

it wasn’t an easy choice

to bring you to the place

where bunnies lay eggs.

Makeshift armor can’t protect my heart

From stray bullets

Blink past

Scattered pictures

Drawn from peach rainbows and olive Elms.

Makeshift armor can’t protect my soul

Tears of decorated walls

And A for apple.

Take the easy way out

Don’t sin and live with transgressions.

You didn’t see him,

Hiding behind the quivering lover

The guardian lover 

And you didn’t see him.

Take the easy way out

Leave the strong to pick up the remains.

I see it

pink and full

still and quivering

as the back of the fog moves closer around her.

I see it

yet it doesn’t move.

Always shut closed

never revealing any secrets

 

the secrets of living.

Move.

Say something beautiful.

Say something to make my skin turn into rain.

Say it and lift my ears past the heavens

to place not yet explored.

It needs to come from there.

Not anywhere else.

wipe your face

the ring awaits you.

The largest enemy known

is the unknown.

Challenge alone

best for two

wipe your face

the ring awaits us.

Dine together

eat the same bread

fortune chimes

for only two

who eat as one

wipe your face

the ring awaits for none.

Felix knows the hiding place.

Felix hid it himself

Swallowed it whole

Picture on the wall

Twelve inch steak.

Felix bleeds

He bleeds himself

For the key

Erupting

Fiction and Truth.

Felix doesn’t know where the lock is

Or if it exist.

Felix holds the key to nothing.

He said it once,

We didn’t listen.

Blinking at a stone face

Not knowing he was the prophet

Waiting to be called

Our savior.

We didn’t listen.

He talked to us in one ear

And it soared out the other

So now we pay.

We pay with currency that doesn’t exist

Pockets that weren’t sewed in

Coins that just spin.

He said it once,

And we turned our shoulder.

Walked away

Never looked back.

Put it on

Pound Cake.

Music making motion

in beautiful Paris

the night we met.

Before

before you crossed me

now the only thing your crossing

is the crossword.

Blank stare of petaless flowers

Following shadows of dazed trees

Floating to the ground above 

Shimmering golden water.

Daydreaming of a bigger oak

Mindless carrying 

Of cores

Into liquid dark depths.

It’s the Freshman fifteen.

Drowning in procrastination

below misguided goals

and Tetris relationships.

Just the Sophmore slump

now gasping for air

goals steep

hidden behind the Yellow Brick Road.

Junior of a junior.

Senior year

wishing they could do it all again

missing the first fifteen.

 

Bleeding through nigh high

fallen glass

between onyx smoke.

All I heard was screaming.

Terror struck feet

stampede away.

There was blood everywhere.

The Queen bows for the fallen.