Fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years ago he played with his toys.
Today all he does is play with Her dreams.
Fifteen years ago he was never the timid child.
Today every dark thought fuels his screams.

Fifteen years ago a tub of ice cream made his day.
Today his respite lies in his daily fix of weed.
Fifteen years ago Mama made that big blue sweater.
Today stealing from Walmart is his adrenalin deed.

Fifteen years ago he cried when Max fell off the ledge.
Today he relives dreams when they ran through the forest rain.
Fifteen years ago he picked up that violin and that drum.
Today he wonders why he did, what was there to gain.

Fifteen years ago he was safe under his roof.
Today the dark skies shield him from aliens beyond.
Fifteen years ago Rosie kissed him on his cheek.
Today he drowned himself in the muck of the deserted pond.

Rush

Red crimson blood, splash, crash.
Sweat, warm, hot, they were rash.
Dry, parched, loving every moment.
Rush.

Hell, heaven, everything between.
On the stage, behind the scene.
Everything is blurry tonight.
Rush.

Honey, chocolate, feline nocturnal.
Electricity lives, dies, regular, phenomenal.
Lilith is the fury, Luna scorned.
Rush.

Foreign tongues, vivid lights.
Guttural vowels, mystery smiles.
The dream will die, but who cares?
Rush.

Mercury

Superficial you are as you cry those tears.
The sadness replaced by indefinite fears.
Fickle indeed are the bricks beneath your feet.
As you sit in the corner, flashing your teeth.

Boring are the words that you spout at the moment.
Meaningful rarely but exquisite as your amusement.
Tics that you hide behind give you away.
Deception denied as the mask withers today.

Blubbering through the dead cold nights.
The twins cry out as the third one fights.
Agree, disagree, compromise, hate.
This will not work out, there is no fate.

Settle down, love, make a choice, make a wish.
One step at a time does a kilometer make.
Going around in circles, ellipses more often.
The distance varies but remains so certain.

Uniting the quarters that multiply often.
The harshness must endure, the edges may soften.
Flying with the wind as the end approaches.
There's more to life than gossip and beaches.