Falling stars.

Wish a wish upon a shooting star

and put it in your pocket

and better days are not that far...

Wait it's not a falling star, it's a nuclear rocket!

Bit by bit, little by little

realty shows, minds so fickle

excuse of normality is enough to grant an acquittal

from the psychiatric hospital, and enter a world made so brittle

don't look confused this isn't a riddle

you already know the TV's transmittal

signalling that inevitable missile.

Made space.

Step before step
can't have got before the get
can't beat the odds without placing a bet.

Made a space though at first stuck in making space
moved out although slow with haste
mistake made from ignorant hunger, that took the bait.
Lucky fortune favors the late,
for I made my escape through an open gate
where greeted with my own special plate
and directions, to my very own place.

Pandora's box.

Hollow fire,burns slow
on the flames waves, sins row
the ashes rise, souls sent down low
the solid fire now burns an eternity glow.

Unknown good.

coastal boy threw a stone, through anger
the water ripples over dam, extinguished wildfire.