So please do the same and don't copy them.




~Tom’s Reprise~

Within a courtroom my mind lay buried.
Amongst the weight: a trial that bares no pity.
An outcast, a witness, a father, a victim.
One of which a Ewell wishes to stand.
I must confess to all of these,
and I am here instead.

Against the rapids of my descending fate,
their minds are already made.
Without waste of time the jury reads that I, Robinson, guilty.
A verdict unheard of by both attending parties.
For the few on my side must watch a part of themselves enchained.
Those on side with my accuser must live with it ashamed.

Which I fathomed as truth was dismissed, false.
By those who preach of what they have witnessed;
an act I would not force onto my greatest enemy.
Oh how people deceive their neighbors,
playing games of deceit
It concerns my very right to be free,
and I of all men must win it.




~I am Reve~

A rusted machine that has no worth,
to the common folk of this green earth.
Only those who know the story,
can cherish me and all my glory.

Red and gold that draws you in,
so shadows can tell a story, grim.
About a lass who created these,
toys that lasted centuries.

A Cavalier who roamed the sea,
seeking what he sought of the.
A heart to claim only his,
but lass would have none of this.

She sent him back from whence he came,
to sulk and cry in his sea of shame.
It twas the end for Cavalier,
the story now, perhaps more clear?

Now's the time people usually fail,
to wind me up and here my tale.
Three times is all I ask of you,
so I can continue my story to someone
new.




~Repetitive Crime Scene~
Did I say my love for you..has gone and went,
Well simply put our love jewel has chipped..and

Us.. well no future together
With another heart, my love will last forever..and

Back stabbed in the heart...
Talk about a crime scene from the start..
with you.




~Reve Rouille~

On the beach found and rusted,
By a person whose most distrusted.
Together their dreams hold melancholic themes,
Lined with red and gold agleam.

A tiny top hat found with him,
Rusty cogs encrusted within
Dance the shadows that fill the brim,
To the beat of taps from golden limbs.

Its maker was found beyond the sea
In a world created by pepper-tea
Although this story has an entrance fee
It can be found in the cash shop: La Victoire.





~Fright~

A young mistress runs through the night
Faster than a flame ignites
Fright; a common guest in her sight
More frequent than a dove takes flight

She feels a presence out tonight
Looking to claim his writ of right
She seems as if in black and white
Running through the pale moonlight

She trips, she’s caught; this midsummer’s night
Her, the killer they now reunite
She races her mind, could it end tonight?

A killer, a fiend, a monster in right
Devoured her, she’s plain out of sight
They have sold out, it's opening night
Now they exit, off stage right




~Life~

Don't pay attention to time
Pay attention to a thing called life.
A series of unfortunate events
A stop watch that can't be stopped.

It can be gone in an hour, a minute,
a second if that.
Cherish every grain of sand in
that hour glass.


A thirty minute jog, a fifteen minute
swim, a five minute talk with mom.
Write your life story as fast as you can,
before you run out of ink.




~Life of a Pirate~

The life of a pirate can be quite meek
Out to sea for days, perhaps even weeks
Not a bath or wash, you look filthy and reek
Stuffy cabins and quarters, the ship’s sprung a leak

Haven’t eaten in days, the crews a bit weak
The sky’s clear, the water bleak

Shot each ship down, you sunk a fleet
Conquered Africa even Mozambique
Digging for treasure, it’s booty ye seek
As you can guess, being a pirate’s quite meek




~Spring~

Like any other season, spring whispers too
A gentle sigh among the trees
Scatters leaves and dew


Her cruel showers cut right through
Winter’s dreary eves
Her tender warmth envelopes you
You miss her when she leaves

A season not as easily pleased
She changes her mind on you
A simple breeze among the trees
Spring can whisper too





~Poseidon’s Wake~

A ship thrashed, out at sea
Like a speck of dust, floating free
In the middle of Poseidon’s pool
His faith, his eye, his love, his jewel

Fought like two enemies, among the sea wrack
Making it out alive their plan of attack
Poseidon himself was drawn aback

The waves now calm, there’s no disagree
Like a speck of dust, floating free
The captain was but a fool
For trying to take, one’s faith, love, and jewel




~Silent Night~

A silent night is a thief’s delight,
A shadowy attire; concealed from sight,
A dark clad uniform; that’s awfully tight,
An embellished blade; that cuts through light.

A highwayman’s friend; of pure midnight,
A service that is an exclusive right,
A toxic time; when sin ignites
An ambiguous gentleman, that surrounds the sight.

Darker than a crows alight,
A somber acquaintance that re-invites,
A cape that shields, a way most polite
All that is, a silent night.




~Flute and Drum~

Around a fire they attune for battle
A distant sound that surely tattles
Telling the enemy they better run
A flirty tune that gets it done

Getting men ready is a flute and a drum
Announcing that the time has come
“Men get ready, we’ll win tonight...
Show no mercy and show no fright!”

Against the awful men in blue
Their disgusted at that awful hue.
Red’s the color that wins tonight
The color that stains the ground of white