When I look outside, guess what I see?
I see a reflection of you and me
Where does it come from?
I don't know
It comes from the stars with a shining glow

There was a beetle.
It had a needle.
It poked a prey.
That's the end of the day.
The little beetle went at night
Outside to flight.
He found something that was white.
Then, he took a little bite.
It tasted so bad
That it made him so mad.
He wanted to sleep
Inside a big black jeep.

Skeleton girl, with your head of twenty inches
Skeleton girl, with your brain-shaped eye
Skeleton girl, with your orange, oval mouth
Skeleton girl, why is your face green and your cheeks so pink?
Skeleton girl, why do you have purple hair?
Skeleton girl, why do you have a crane neck?
Skeleton girl, how did you get here?

The love of my music, I cannot tell
It sounds so sweet, it's like a spell
I hear in my ear, the sound that rings
It's the soothing voice that I hear sing
I listen quietly, the peaceful sound
It is the music that I have found
The music is powerful, so strong indeed
It's the thing that makes life happen
It makes me, me.

One Man
One Creator
One death
To change the world forever.
Two humans
Two mammals
To produce life.
Three wise men
Three mysteries
To make up the Trinity.
Four people to picture a family,
Four signs of the cross.
One Man,
To take on all sins of humankind.
One!

We wander for our food
In the night sky we fly high
We are owls

Shoppers bring their own bags, 
People start buying electric cars, 
Everyone starts to recycle even price tags, 
No one wants to buy cigars. 
People start having recycle bins, 
People begin to ride the bus more. 
Everyone does all their work with grins, 
And every place becomes clean, including the seashore. 
After all these reforms have been made, 
The air will smell clean again. 
It might take a whole decade, 
But at least people will try not to complain. 
Finally, the world becomes a better place, 
And Earth becomes the best place for our race.

A story to be told
Music to the ears
Poems played in song
Played through the years
Voices sing sweetly
Instruments sing too
Songs of love and joy
Remind me of you
Times of sadness
Along with some fear
Music tells the story
Of how we got here
Now an old couple
We listen with bliss
The music of our lives
Will help us reminisce

The game is going good
The other team wishes they could
Look good on the hardwood
As they grow into manhood
We bounce and we pass
And try to out-class
As we watch the hourglass
The other team we hope to surpass
So, here I go, one more time
As the pressure begins to climb
Winning, for me, would be sublime
Those memories will last a lifetime
So I look to the left, then down court
This is where I will need lots of support
The ball will not stay backcourt
And I will not, will not abort
I have to make it to my favorite spot
And I cannot get caught
I will remember what I've been taught
And I just know that I will hit the jackpot
It's time to be clock-wise
I have to be streetwise
We have fifteen seconds to go lengthwise
And all I hear are the cries
I let the ball fly, then I stand by
The other team lets out a sigh
Because they know I'm the guy
That they cannot deny!

Spring is upon us, daffodils are up
Days are longer, sun is warmer–what joy!
Nectar flowing as flowers from a cup
A bouquet in hand, to the girl goes the boy
I stand above your grave, flowers in hand
My nights are restless without my true love
Your whispers back are all that I demand
My heart is cooling like a wounded dove
But I am strong. Someone else I do spy
It makes me sad, but I must still endure
This love again is something I must try
It's not your love; it will not be pure
I know you're sad, but please don't fret
Your greatest love I will not soon forget

Living life so blindly,
We often miss the deploy;
Of our ships of rapture,
And love and life and joy.
Hearts are meant to keep the beat
Of the song of love.
Even when they stop their rhythm,
And our souls are up above.
As humans it is our duty,
To keep the music pure.
And when we feel heartbroken,
To search for the best cure.
God put us on this land.
He wanted us to be free.
So someday we'll stand hand in hand,
As friends in harmony.
When we find the pieces
To the puzzles we have not begun,
We'll forever live as family,
Because a family lives as one.

To have been taunted and talked of with envy,
To have only heard nothing but negativity 
It's dumb, because of admiration for only foolish things, that's absurd and crazy
Real intelligence doesn't get praised
Only ignorance–imitation of it, anyways
Why is it this way, you ask? Well, it's hard to answer
The problem is, no one thinks of everyone on the same level
To be thought of as a curse, it's like a gift, but only worse
Hard to find, hard to seek; people who have, are bitter, never sweet
To over think, to be a closed mind, to be able to get the right answer every time
To be looked up to by a few, not many at a time, 
Only be good to yourself and you'll be fine
Those are the words that go through an intelligent mind,
Even if they know it's not true, only a lie.