two winds diverge in a meet of solemn
to see a field, a brazen pollen
two are swirling and whirling
to twisted and quiet screams
two fighting for independent life
but one sinning the other wind's wife
the other turning inside out
while the first jabs and stakes about
as the thunderous silence
ear ringing silence
bust abruptly burning billows breeze in a gust a bay
to see the others turning way
for the one lost life
to another pollen's wife
and the quiet love flows gently on
while a smooth breeze floats red and yellow
to the others in the meadow

 
pill me, steal me as my soul
being gone and hidden now,
is thrown away like last weeks garbage
and eaten by the dogs as my heart breaks
to be crumpled into cake,
and iced for the party and celebrated
as the ice cream soaks on the plate 

 
why do you hate me clothed in red?
did i kill your family fed?
be a wolf of eaten disgrace
of a flock of feign distaste
with a woodsman i cry for you
but my lord, where are you?
ax in my heart, sword in the flesh
gives a woman a reason to cry her best
for a life of lost living is what she is dying
and as a soul is now broken
there is nothing said
so she is left
with only the peace of the dead

 
the reaper stands on my back
and i ask him to get off
but he pulls the carpet from under me
and escorts me to eternity
without a chance to walk my own
death shared a lovely thought
he kindly said he didn't care
and held my chair
i sat to wait, and stared abroad
as a waiter brought me some champagne
i sipped it nicely with a smile
as death cheered and laughed a while
i got my meal, and smelled it fresh
it was baked with love and care
the food was perfect without a doubt
but on purpose, the order was wrong