The Cause Of And Solution To All Of Lifes Problems

Can you see me drowning, see me drowning, see me drown? I tried to steal a glimpse of Poseidon's ruby crown. Instead I saw a mermaid, clad in seaweed, red and brown. Now gentle hands beneath the waves pull the Phoenix down.

Can you hear me drowning, hear me drowning, hear me drown? A mermaid's voice illuminates a most transcending sound. It's no wonder she won't let me tell the other's what I've found. So gentle hands beneath the waves pull the Phoenix down.

Moonlight through a window,

Illuminates this page.

An eternity of moments,

Within a rusted cage.

  Banished to the darkness,

For giving eyesight to the blind.

The angles and the shepherds,

Dying long before their time.

  Obscured and lost in meaning,

Hidden by this pen,

But it wouldn’t be so crooked,

If this blackened dream would end.

  Defeated by the demons,

Who keep pulling children down.

Hopeful pens keep writing,

Even when they’re underground.

Lost in the garden of my dreams,

Past burbling, babbling, bubbling streams.

Down crooked paths through twisted hedge,

with diamonds on the rocky edge.

Where I get my fill of sacred wine,

From crimson grapes fresh on the vine,

That mingle, while the roses yawn,

Just waking in the misty dawn.

Where once my belly overfills,

I whisper to the daffodils.

Who whisper back, and tell me stories,

Of nights spent with the morning glories. 

Lost in the garden of my thoughts,

Past cherry trees and mossy rocks.

Upon the hills of milk and honey,

Where no man ever needed money.

Where fingers only strain to reach,

Another luscious golden peach,

Off branches hanging down that greet,

The grass around our naked feet.

Within my garden, I’ll always wander,

As nature makes my pen grow fonder,

Of writing things I’ll never see,

Like gardens hidden inside me.

Lonely Banyan stretch and grow

Their emerald leaves, they wave hello

To snow white doves holding court

With best intentions falling short

Humming bees make flowers blush

Under serenades by laughing thrush

They have no time for snails who run

Past Geckos fat on tropic sun

Butterflies flirt with the breeze

Past twisted old Kiawe trees

To find their sweet Hibiscus prize

Their petals painted by the sunrise

Mist rolls down as it dismounts

A hill that stands to tall to count

Our rainbow smiles from clouds above

On this secluded rock I love

When every dream of mines been shattered,

I’ll be beaten, I’ll be battered.

I’ll be tortured, I’ll be starved.

Turned to flesh, and blood, and scars.

I’ll be tested, I’ll be tried,

Filled with hate, and hurt, and lies.

I’ll be forced to dance with sin,

But take heed it will not win.

I will live, and learn, and laugh,

Though it splits my heart in half.

I will hug, and kiss, and love,

Though there is no God above.

You have tried to inflict pain,

I’m still standing, I’m still sane!

You have tried to inflict fear,

I’m still breathing, I’m still here!

One day I dug a tiny hole

And it just keeps getting bigger

Others say I'm on a roll

A childrens poem by: Mr. Zee (Phoenix Prose)

Inside out side all around.

I love you if you smile or frown.

I love your eyes your ears your nose.

I even love your little toes.

I love everything about you too.

And all the things you say and do.

I love the things you think and say.

I love the times we laugh and play.

I love you in the hot or cold.

In jungle heat or arctice snow.

I love you when your hurt or sick.

This is no lie, this is no trick.

I love you rich, I love you poor.

But with some gold I’d love you more.

I love every piece and every part.

I love your brain, I love your heart.

I love your hugs. I love your kiss.

To listen takes me some patience

I should get it fixed

But with the stations all mixed

Poems In

And poems out

This is what life

Is all about

I sit around

And read, and read.

A thirst for word

My only greed!

Some call me strange,

And others weird,

Hurtful words 

To hide their fear

For the may have gold,

But I am richer.

My words can teach,

A bigger picture.

In a city of sheep,

2 unicorns meet,

Spilling their ink

Alone in the street.

In front of the deaf,

The dumb, and the lame,

Stood the only 2 left,

2 souls left unchanged.

We showed off our horns,

And how brightly they glow,

Enjoying the scorns,

Of sheep that we know.

In this city of sheep,

We still live to this day,

While they work just to eat,

We laugh and we play.