When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice in your eye.

And of course they made a new language. 

To keep secrets is hard enough

In a slippery, familiar tongue

And impossible, when some

Require restraint as briskly from 

the holder.

But to not breathe is to die, so these

Are rather rattled out through wire,

in code, 

In jumbled lingo, a mess

In flowers adorning clumsy confession

And he says darlin',

Everyone is a liar.

Apology

At 6:16, I went outside

And apologized to the birds

For damning them, every perfect morning.

Sad songs all at once, they did nothing wrong, they were just trying

And I cried for being so mean.

Why the Argument for Religion Does Not Hold Water

I cup my hands to wash my face,

Then fold them in to pray

But when I talk to God, it seems

No dirt is washed away.

Human to Try

If you only suppose,

What do you propose

We do with the rest of our day?

I'd rather one know

We may stop or go;

At least I will know what to say.

What's silken in us

May chance yet to knot

Or just as well just slip away

It is human to try.

But try for too long and

Edges exposed tend to fray.