I love you all
The words you used
The way you somehow managed
To make me look to the only thing that mattered
Look to the only thing that really was important
To feel and see all I needed to
To gain all I ever wanted
The way you somehow managed
To make me look
At me.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sensuality
The steam that rises from this tea
Curls a million saspirilla smiles around me
Smiles that hug and warm
And tickle at times.
The metal on this cold unyielding
Machine sculpts my hot, tearing muscle
Building it back stronger and more supple
So that next time, the love this cold hard steel makes
With me, is deeper and lasts longer.
The scattered waste of yesterday around me,
Wrappers of treats, and crumbs of love’s cake
Remind me how much I forgot that spirit
Dwells here no matter what time of night
No matter how slow I am to rise
And no matter what I feel is wrong or claim
Is right.
The taste of the rain across my lips
And the smell of the wind at night here
Is almost too much, at 3am as
I walk home. The stars are dripping golddust
And I can barely see for there are so many tears here
Shed between shard of rainglass
Broken from the mirror in the sky above
Where is Venus today?
Where in the sky does she look deep into
The river of my own heart
And see such beauty.
The skin I wear
The things that surround me
Are the river upon which I float
Each rub of my jacket sends me somewhere else
The smell of my freshly washed shirt
Pushes me over the edge
And I am making love all over again
As the door opens and winter washes over me
I am born as the leaves blow inside
And as the storm clouds gather above
I know the rain will not cease
And I’ll have another reason
As the moment before is washed off
By this one
Another reason to love
This place I keep finding myself in
Again.
Curls a million saspirilla smiles around me
Smiles that hug and warm
And tickle at times.
The metal on this cold unyielding
Machine sculpts my hot, tearing muscle
Building it back stronger and more supple
So that next time, the love this cold hard steel makes
With me, is deeper and lasts longer.
The scattered waste of yesterday around me,
Wrappers of treats, and crumbs of love’s cake
Remind me how much I forgot that spirit
Dwells here no matter what time of night
No matter how slow I am to rise
And no matter what I feel is wrong or claim
Is right.
The taste of the rain across my lips
And the smell of the wind at night here
Is almost too much, at 3am as
I walk home. The stars are dripping golddust
And I can barely see for there are so many tears here
Shed between shard of rainglass
Broken from the mirror in the sky above
Where is Venus today?
Where in the sky does she look deep into
The river of my own heart
And see such beauty.
The skin I wear
The things that surround me
Are the river upon which I float
Each rub of my jacket sends me somewhere else
The smell of my freshly washed shirt
Pushes me over the edge
And I am making love all over again
As the door opens and winter washes over me
I am born as the leaves blow inside
And as the storm clouds gather above
I know the rain will not cease
And I’ll have another reason
As the moment before is washed off
By this one
Another reason to love
This place I keep finding myself in
Again.
Setting Sun
Circling in the possibilities
That come with the night
Your entrance brought in a new tide
That spoke of quiet passion
The depths of which tales were told
By campfires and dragons were slayed
By dawn.
I caught your wonder and I sense
Your desire but perhaps it was too quick
To catch or maybe it was already gone
For you moved so smoothly with the shadows
I wonder if the fact I’m an Astrologer
Sends you away, as I bring the sun to all I do
And you’re much safer hidden.
I wanted to own you for but a moment.
And u let me. Somewhere in the deep sea sighing
Of your heart, I heard a chorus of surrender
Serenading the little piece of me I left
Inside you. And as I recall this morning
The small trace of your own mystery takes shape
somewhere
Buried beneath my skin, .
The pyramid hope I build
Comes effortlessly now. Sacred architecture
Built on nothing but a foundation of possibilities
That come with the night.
Who can say if what you spoke of
In the shadows, with your eyes
Is a written oath or a rite of passage
Legal in its day and dated with the rising
Of tomorrow.
Quiet, its quiet here now
The morning is too far away to even find
And I am lost. Lost here in these dark
Possibilities, that dodge my grasp
Knowing full well I live in the light
And they shall pass if they are glanced upon.
Ill stay a while longer
In the dark. Till morning shines its lighthouse
Call. My siren song is nowhere near as hauntingly long
As the moment we shared this morning.
For someone who lives like the sun
I would bow my head and bring night
If only to hear the silence that pours from your
Skin
One last time.
That come with the night
Your entrance brought in a new tide
That spoke of quiet passion
The depths of which tales were told
By campfires and dragons were slayed
By dawn.
I caught your wonder and I sense
Your desire but perhaps it was too quick
To catch or maybe it was already gone
For you moved so smoothly with the shadows
I wonder if the fact I’m an Astrologer
Sends you away, as I bring the sun to all I do
And you’re much safer hidden.
I wanted to own you for but a moment.
And u let me. Somewhere in the deep sea sighing
Of your heart, I heard a chorus of surrender
Serenading the little piece of me I left
Inside you. And as I recall this morning
The small trace of your own mystery takes shape
somewhere
Buried beneath my skin, .
The pyramid hope I build
Comes effortlessly now. Sacred architecture
Built on nothing but a foundation of possibilities
That come with the night.
Who can say if what you spoke of
In the shadows, with your eyes
Is a written oath or a rite of passage
Legal in its day and dated with the rising
Of tomorrow.
Quiet, its quiet here now
The morning is too far away to even find
And I am lost. Lost here in these dark
Possibilities, that dodge my grasp
Knowing full well I live in the light
And they shall pass if they are glanced upon.
Ill stay a while longer
In the dark. Till morning shines its lighthouse
Call. My siren song is nowhere near as hauntingly long
As the moment we shared this morning.
For someone who lives like the sun
I would bow my head and bring night
If only to hear the silence that pours from your
Skin
One last time.
Blue
You’re so self assured
With your childlike eyes
And so undeliberately wreckless
With your naïve smile
That I cannot feign surrender
Or even hesitate to run
From the fires in your ice-blue eyes
And the freedom
In your unearthly tight hold.
You’re so threateningly fragile
When you stop by late, smelling of the night
And as you step inside the place you know
Is warm and free, so dangerously comfortable
I think I could be here long enough
To lose the grip I have so painstakingly made
To the lies around me. So unfamiliarly right
You are, so inappropriately cold it seems
To have to lose your arms for even a moment
You’re so undeniably knowing
In your questions, and for a moment there
I thought I was actually falling
But how could I have been?
It was 5am and you were so unknowingly folding your wings
Around me.
With your childlike eyes
And so undeliberately wreckless
With your naïve smile
That I cannot feign surrender
Or even hesitate to run
From the fires in your ice-blue eyes
And the freedom
In your unearthly tight hold.
You’re so threateningly fragile
When you stop by late, smelling of the night
And as you step inside the place you know
Is warm and free, so dangerously comfortable
I think I could be here long enough
To lose the grip I have so painstakingly made
To the lies around me. So unfamiliarly right
You are, so inappropriately cold it seems
To have to lose your arms for even a moment
You’re so undeniably knowing
In your questions, and for a moment there
I thought I was actually falling
But how could I have been?
It was 5am and you were so unknowingly folding your wings
Around me.
marked
You don’t need to spray cologne on my t shirt
Like you did this morning
The traces of your river
On this parched skin
runs eternal
Even during the drought months when you’re busy
When a phone line is too tight
And your schedule is too wired to call
Or remember.
U seem to now, you know when to find me
Your clock is always set now
To Just The Right Time
That I barely even know the alarm is ringing
When you are finding me
When you are somehow in my arms
And our lips are seemingly one
And you are inside me
searching for the last mark you left
For the unfinished song that echoes there still
Our unending search for each other
Inside ourselves
Starts when you leave
And returns when you are back here
Its been hours and years and a century
Since you were here under my comforter
And silent, smiling,shouting a million words for love
In your silence.
Like you did this morning
The traces of your river
On this parched skin
runs eternal
Even during the drought months when you’re busy
When a phone line is too tight
And your schedule is too wired to call
Or remember.
U seem to now, you know when to find me
Your clock is always set now
To Just The Right Time
That I barely even know the alarm is ringing
When you are finding me
When you are somehow in my arms
And our lips are seemingly one
And you are inside me
searching for the last mark you left
For the unfinished song that echoes there still
Our unending search for each other
Inside ourselves
Starts when you leave
And returns when you are back here
Its been hours and years and a century
Since you were here under my comforter
And silent, smiling,shouting a million words for love
In your silence.
pieces of pisces
A piece of me in
You.
Not the same but enough to make
Me smile.
And u know fine well
I read the sign you left.
We’l never talk about it again.
You knew
Didn’t you
That when I came you’d leave
A piece of you in me
Too.
You.
Not the same but enough to make
Me smile.
And u know fine well
I read the sign you left.
We’l never talk about it again.
You knew
Didn’t you
That when I came you’d leave
A piece of you in me
Too.
Pole Shift
The dual of duality
Was once a deep divide
= And conquer =
A march drum incessantly
Calling sides to advance.
The pole shift changed all
Of that. Where desecrated deserts of loneliness
Faced the oasis of touch
The bridge began building
And the white flags waved,
And two became a third, no north no south
No rising sun in the east, no end of daylight in the west
Meeting you changed all of that.
The pole shift in my heart happened quietly one morning
When time slowed and we were caught
Between sunrise and sunset, when it was so dark
I could only follow the pulsing of my hearts light
And so bright, I had to trust your endless faith
In the face of the deepest shadow
Cast not by a fear, but by the unknown
I see here, even in the moment between moments
A duality lies. Only this time, I cannot see myself
Nor you, but the endless possibilities of us,
The bright shadow, and the nighttime dawn
Of Now.
Was once a deep divide
= And conquer =
A march drum incessantly
Calling sides to advance.
The pole shift changed all
Of that. Where desecrated deserts of loneliness
Faced the oasis of touch
The bridge began building
And the white flags waved,
And two became a third, no north no south
No rising sun in the east, no end of daylight in the west
Meeting you changed all of that.
The pole shift in my heart happened quietly one morning
When time slowed and we were caught
Between sunrise and sunset, when it was so dark
I could only follow the pulsing of my hearts light
And so bright, I had to trust your endless faith
In the face of the deepest shadow
Cast not by a fear, but by the unknown
I see here, even in the moment between moments
A duality lies. Only this time, I cannot see myself
Nor you, but the endless possibilities of us,
The bright shadow, and the nighttime dawn
Of Now.
fallen angel
ill never fall again
because i found my wings
and i find that in each moment, no matter how dark
no matter how many questions remained to be answered
no matter
no matter
in each moment
my heart still sings.
because i found my wings
and i find that in each moment, no matter how dark
no matter how many questions remained to be answered
no matter
no matter
in each moment
my heart still sings.
love sick
i guess i was already sick
before we met
maybe you had your suspicions
or maybe my diseased cells inside
were receptors picking up pain-frequencies
from your own raw-radio.
But we stood atop a mountain
and all was quiet
we sat, in silence
and enough was said.
Wasn't that healing enough?
I guess I can't blame you for
my falling a little further apart
Inflamed lungs, so close
to an overinflated, or underachieving heart.
I wonder if compassion & freedom is only found
in forgiving it all, even the one who
sprinkled soil on me
when I was reaching for the sky.
before we met
maybe you had your suspicions
or maybe my diseased cells inside
were receptors picking up pain-frequencies
from your own raw-radio.
But we stood atop a mountain
and all was quiet
we sat, in silence
and enough was said.
Wasn't that healing enough?
I guess I can't blame you for
my falling a little further apart
Inflamed lungs, so close
to an overinflated, or underachieving heart.
I wonder if compassion & freedom is only found
in forgiving it all, even the one who
sprinkled soil on me
when I was reaching for the sky.
did I miss something?
did i miss something?
i didnt see change
your profile said you were over the angst-ridden stuff
yet your music dripped alcoholic tears
and stained the steps to your building
was the key not fitting anymore
telling me we'd lost our fit too?
or was this all a forgiveness game
that I screwed up with you?
did I miss something
did I miss something
as much I miss you?
even though I felt
you hurt me
without reason to.
i didnt see change
your profile said you were over the angst-ridden stuff
yet your music dripped alcoholic tears
and stained the steps to your building
was the key not fitting anymore
telling me we'd lost our fit too?
or was this all a forgiveness game
that I screwed up with you?
did I miss something
did I miss something
as much I miss you?
even though I felt
you hurt me
without reason to.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
there are no victims
Even though it seems you hurt me
Turned out the light just as I was finding my feet
I will not let the scarred memory of
Your touch, leave me a victim
I shall not be one of the walking wounded
Trailing torn heartstrings
A violent violin sonata,
I will not let the trails of tears carve
One more solitary walk home
Down my face.
I will not let my beauty be scarred
By the abuse of silence
That rained under your skies.
I will not be punished by your
Words made in jest, laughed at and prodded.
Denied in your eyes.
I deserve the best. I will not make your lies
And your own game, blind me to my own.
I shall not let the memory of your
Unfaithfulness to your word, convince me
To become a victim of your love.
I am not a victim.
I chose it all, and the words to say
That being a martyr is unbecoming
And the victim soul
Is a role I cannot
play
Turned out the light just as I was finding my feet
I will not let the scarred memory of
Your touch, leave me a victim
I shall not be one of the walking wounded
Trailing torn heartstrings
A violent violin sonata,
I will not let the trails of tears carve
One more solitary walk home
Down my face.
I will not let my beauty be scarred
By the abuse of silence
That rained under your skies.
I will not be punished by your
Words made in jest, laughed at and prodded.
Denied in your eyes.
I deserve the best. I will not make your lies
And your own game, blind me to my own.
I shall not let the memory of your
Unfaithfulness to your word, convince me
To become a victim of your love.
I am not a victim.
I chose it all, and the words to say
That being a martyr is unbecoming
And the victim soul
Is a role I cannot
play
My Love
My love needs no healing
So I shall not cry.
It needs no reassurance because it finds play
In a lifelong afternoon alone.
My love needs no work
For what is work but necessary
And my love needs not a breeze of this.
My love needs not even freedom
For a need is a void
And my love knows no such thing.
My love needs you?
No.
It just wanted to find a willing hand
Who wants to play
Too.
So I shall not cry.
It needs no reassurance because it finds play
In a lifelong afternoon alone.
My love needs no work
For what is work but necessary
And my love needs not a breeze of this.
My love needs not even freedom
For a need is a void
And my love knows no such thing.
My love needs you?
No.
It just wanted to find a willing hand
Who wants to play
Too.
seeing
If you come close, and quiet
You’ll get to see the healing you need
You shall find it reflected within me
Need affection?
These arms are reassurance enough
Need humor
Talk to me for a while
and you’ll brighten as you make yourself smile
want to paint?
Watch the landscape fill with color
As you dare to draw your thoughts before me
Want safety
I see the rocks are nowhere near as you think
And as you are allowed to be, with me,
The light turns on, and somehow you see it too.
You’ll see what you need to, within me
I often wonder if you truly see me
But I guess you don’t
Or I guess you do
Because you see yourself
And I am you
Too.
You’ll get to see the healing you need
You shall find it reflected within me
Need affection?
These arms are reassurance enough
Need humor
Talk to me for a while
and you’ll brighten as you make yourself smile
want to paint?
Watch the landscape fill with color
As you dare to draw your thoughts before me
Want safety
I see the rocks are nowhere near as you think
And as you are allowed to be, with me,
The light turns on, and somehow you see it too.
You’ll see what you need to, within me
I often wonder if you truly see me
But I guess you don’t
Or I guess you do
Because you see yourself
And I am you
Too.
set and rise
Our conflict is not mine
But yours.
And I guess, yes, its therefore part of me too.
I hope you find the pain eases as you
Honor your feelings
As I have honored mine
Honoring them all the way
To leaving you.
I cannot be blamed for feeling
Sad and for finding freedom again
Why sit and wait to share more pain
The skies turns a million shades of turquoise here
As I sleep
More shades than the clouded horizon
You like to drive on in the daylight.
You say you work long enough to see the sunrise and
the sunset.
I don’t find beauty in that anymore.
I find love with you only in the moment between these such
moments.
The sun rises each time I see you
And sets when you drive away.
Which is okay.
I just see more of nature than you do.
But yours.
And I guess, yes, its therefore part of me too.
I hope you find the pain eases as you
Honor your feelings
As I have honored mine
Honoring them all the way
To leaving you.
I cannot be blamed for feeling
Sad and for finding freedom again
Why sit and wait to share more pain
The skies turns a million shades of turquoise here
As I sleep
More shades than the clouded horizon
You like to drive on in the daylight.
You say you work long enough to see the sunrise and
the sunset.
I don’t find beauty in that anymore.
I find love with you only in the moment between these such
moments.
The sun rises each time I see you
And sets when you drive away.
Which is okay.
I just see more of nature than you do.
modeled after you
I am a model
Cash falls into my bank because of my eyes
And the way my skin falls tightly
Over my strong cheekbones
And my lips make millions
Find desire.
In all traditional ways
I am beautiful
Long lashes, dimples,
Dark hair and eyes, handsome
Sexual
I’m beautiful in all such ways
Of this world
But yours
The photograph you take
Sees me in negative
The long lashes I blink as I cry for you
Are webs threatening entanglement
My eyes, accusing in their
Love for you
A judge & jury you cannot stand
Because you cannot see the beauty inside you
How can u see mine?
Everyone finds me beautiful
But you
I guess that’s okay
I see a million mirrors before me
But I never see your reflection
Except when I look into my own eyes
Now you are inside me
Can u see through me
And see
Hjow beautiful I am???
Cash falls into my bank because of my eyes
And the way my skin falls tightly
Over my strong cheekbones
And my lips make millions
Find desire.
In all traditional ways
I am beautiful
Long lashes, dimples,
Dark hair and eyes, handsome
Sexual
I’m beautiful in all such ways
Of this world
But yours
The photograph you take
Sees me in negative
The long lashes I blink as I cry for you
Are webs threatening entanglement
My eyes, accusing in their
Love for you
A judge & jury you cannot stand
Because you cannot see the beauty inside you
How can u see mine?
Everyone finds me beautiful
But you
I guess that’s okay
I see a million mirrors before me
But I never see your reflection
Except when I look into my own eyes
Now you are inside me
Can u see through me
And see
Hjow beautiful I am???
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, are Libras the “fairest” of them all?
Your mixed messages
I’m sitting still trying to untie,
with the ribbons when you once said
‘your skin stops me from getting closer’,
now knotted. You forgot you tied them
so neatly around me.
The urgency of your need to discover Me
was left behind one morning
when summer sun left storm-clouds;
brewed cups of pain-tea, which you made
but never even drank with me.
- The - slivers - and – shards – of - the – past -
from reflections of us
still cut my feet, when I walk too far into yesterday
and remember why it was
the mirror fell.
I sit in the ocean, and swim, so far away
It’s hard not to dwell on
where my one safe land was.
Sometime
I’ll build my own lighthouse
so I’ll not need you to steer me away from the rocks.
I’m reaching another shore.
I always wear red. I was the lifeguard.
You think you saved me.
I think we did a good job at rescuing each other.
I’m piecing together our mirror again.
It may take a while.
I’ll leave it out to dry under the Full Moon
And then cast it into the ocean.
Tied with loose new ribbons.
Dipped in inks of raspberry ripple.
You’re whispering to me, now, tonight.
but I don’t hear
anymore.
It’s hard when the waves make more sense
and their crashing serenade against this shore
is hypnotic.
The Universe holds it
now.
If you find a shard of our reflection
send it to me.
I need sometime, to piece it all together.
Or at least keep it in your box
With three pictures,
Two silver rings
and our one
last
. breath
I’m sitting still trying to untie,
with the ribbons when you once said
‘your skin stops me from getting closer’,
now knotted. You forgot you tied them
so neatly around me.
The urgency of your need to discover Me
was left behind one morning
when summer sun left storm-clouds;
brewed cups of pain-tea, which you made
but never even drank with me.
- The - slivers - and – shards – of - the – past -
from reflections of us
still cut my feet, when I walk too far into yesterday
and remember why it was
the mirror fell.
I sit in the ocean, and swim, so far away
It’s hard not to dwell on
where my one safe land was.
Sometime
I’ll build my own lighthouse
so I’ll not need you to steer me away from the rocks.
I’m reaching another shore.
I always wear red. I was the lifeguard.
You think you saved me.
I think we did a good job at rescuing each other.
I’m piecing together our mirror again.
It may take a while.
I’ll leave it out to dry under the Full Moon
And then cast it into the ocean.
Tied with loose new ribbons.
Dipped in inks of raspberry ripple.
You’re whispering to me, now, tonight.
but I don’t hear
anymore.
It’s hard when the waves make more sense
and their crashing serenade against this shore
is hypnotic.
The Universe holds it
now.
If you find a shard of our reflection
send it to me.
I need sometime, to piece it all together.
Or at least keep it in your box
With three pictures,
Two silver rings
and our one
last
. breath
man on a beach
I think you’re just strong
You smoke, so maybe your lungs
Are a little weak, but you don’t flinch
When you tell how you carried rejection
Uphill. You fiercely took on the wind
When we bladed downhill
At 5am.
Physically you’re greater than me.
You have light brown eyes that are smooth
Mellow chocolate and I could be scared by you
But your aggression isn’t so much a lie
As a tattoo you wear that looks painful and tough
Yet is delicate and sensual.
Your eyelashes sweep the night air
Causing the waves before us.
I think you’re strong.
And the smell of your skin I am yet
To discover. I think I already know
Your arms, you give me them in
Your words.
I think I already know you,
Since you became the daytime memory
Of my moonlit love.
You smoke, so maybe your lungs
Are a little weak, but you don’t flinch
When you tell how you carried rejection
Uphill. You fiercely took on the wind
When we bladed downhill
At 5am.
Physically you’re greater than me.
You have light brown eyes that are smooth
Mellow chocolate and I could be scared by you
But your aggression isn’t so much a lie
As a tattoo you wear that looks painful and tough
Yet is delicate and sensual.
Your eyelashes sweep the night air
Causing the waves before us.
I think you’re strong.
And the smell of your skin I am yet
To discover. I think I already know
Your arms, you give me them in
Your words.
I think I already know you,
Since you became the daytime memory
Of my moonlit love.
If
If only
We’d made sunset
Maybe as the day disappeared
From view, so would the news
You told me on the way there would
Too.
If only
We’d lived in the moment
Between hoping and knowing
We could have enjoyed the peace
And bliss of innocence
We’d made sunset
Maybe as the day disappeared
From view, so would the news
You told me on the way there would
Too.
If only
We’d lived in the moment
Between hoping and knowing
We could have enjoyed the peace
And bliss of innocence
caramel comfort
The quiet passion
That cuddles around my shoulder
Cloaking me in warm
Is not unlike the comforter draper around
My heart you tucked me in with, the morning
You met me.
The passion is less fierce as the raging fires
You started with paint stripper
And the gas in your truck.
This fuel is slow burning and made
From melted butter.
Its honey, and warm butterscotch
Baking bread scented and drips of vanilla
Caramel.
I’m smiling because this passion
Is forever. Moving through my veins
With less courage and less determination
Than the need I felt with you
But just as strong, just as long lasting
And true.
That cuddles around my shoulder
Cloaking me in warm
Is not unlike the comforter draper around
My heart you tucked me in with, the morning
You met me.
The passion is less fierce as the raging fires
You started with paint stripper
And the gas in your truck.
This fuel is slow burning and made
From melted butter.
Its honey, and warm butterscotch
Baking bread scented and drips of vanilla
Caramel.
I’m smiling because this passion
Is forever. Moving through my veins
With less courage and less determination
Than the need I felt with you
But just as strong, just as long lasting
And true.
stripped
Further and further
With every word you laid out so heavily
Punctuating periods of thick silence,
It was hard to breathe at times
Knowing not where the land was
Quiet beneath the ocean beside you.
We floated there for a whole Moment
Deeper and deeper
With who knows, and whether;
Hugging what ifs
And when.
The aroma of the freedom you feel
In being so open, was so heady
I lost myself twice, and touched timeless
It was the only thing I could do
To catch my breathe,
Hanging up on you.
The ease with which you stripped me
while you shed your own verbal armor
Was so disarming I gladly stood
Exposed for you, for there is so much
I still cannot see, even though I see
You entirely before me
You stand, wearing nothing and yet hiding
Everything. How come?
U beckon me to you
With a smile somewhere inside your dark brow
Behind your dark lashes
Your breathe is long in motion slow
And a bead of water falls to your lip
Are you going to kiss me
With one more word
With one more thought
With one more way to show how confident you are
To be free
Inviting me to fall
Further and further
With every word
Down deeper
And closer
To a place
Even you
Yourself
Don’t
Yet
Know?
I only hope so.
With every word you laid out so heavily
Punctuating periods of thick silence,
It was hard to breathe at times
Knowing not where the land was
Quiet beneath the ocean beside you.
We floated there for a whole Moment
Deeper and deeper
With who knows, and whether;
Hugging what ifs
And when.
The aroma of the freedom you feel
In being so open, was so heady
I lost myself twice, and touched timeless
It was the only thing I could do
To catch my breathe,
Hanging up on you.
The ease with which you stripped me
while you shed your own verbal armor
Was so disarming I gladly stood
Exposed for you, for there is so much
I still cannot see, even though I see
You entirely before me
You stand, wearing nothing and yet hiding
Everything. How come?
U beckon me to you
With a smile somewhere inside your dark brow
Behind your dark lashes
Your breathe is long in motion slow
And a bead of water falls to your lip
Are you going to kiss me
With one more word
With one more thought
With one more way to show how confident you are
To be free
Inviting me to fall
Further and further
With every word
Down deeper
And closer
To a place
Even you
Yourself
Don’t
Yet
Know?
I only hope so.
nightlight
Give me freedom
Let me go
Yet squeeze me tight
And leave the Light on.
Don’t wait up
I’m chasing stars
Don’t worry I’m fine
Just leave the Light on
I’m taking off,
Say Bon Voyage
I’ll find my way thru the night
If the Light’s on.
I’m yours?
OK. You can be mine too
If you stand by my side
With the courage to grow
Even if it leads away from me
If we can speak in silences
And toast marshmallow
Over warm dreams
And talk
Simply
Yet
deep
about anything, everything and nothing.
I shall always give you freedom
And I let you go
That’s why we are soul-mates
You squeeze me tight
When its dark and all through the night
You Leave the Light
On
Let me go
Yet squeeze me tight
And leave the Light on.
Don’t wait up
I’m chasing stars
Don’t worry I’m fine
Just leave the Light on
I’m taking off,
Say Bon Voyage
I’ll find my way thru the night
If the Light’s on.
I’m yours?
OK. You can be mine too
If you stand by my side
With the courage to grow
Even if it leads away from me
If we can speak in silences
And toast marshmallow
Over warm dreams
And talk
Simply
Yet
deep
about anything, everything and nothing.
I shall always give you freedom
And I let you go
That’s why we are soul-mates
You squeeze me tight
When its dark and all through the night
You Leave the Light
On
eyes of an artist
so deceiving
it coulda been someone else
who held me on the phone for hours last night
in ten whole minutes.
His voice was thick red velvet curtains
And yet here, now, before me
Velcro blinds, a cut and copy cardboard cutout
Of the shadow shone last night..
..I knew I chanced fate
And slipped myself a hook
The line was a good one
And sinker, I saw myself
Trying to reach for air
Finding any joke I could
To hide the fact I was disappointed
Your voice did not match what
I heard last night.
Do you speak in misplaced
Truth? I wonder since the rich silence
I heard on the phone, is now broken
By bottle cap shards and s
Syncopated snapshots of your smile
And the glowing embers of the vowels
He left imprinted on my digital audio tape.
I'm checking to see if it was you.
And somehow, through the magic of technology
I think it is.
I just somehow heard you differently.
My ears are such artists
They paint your words in spring bud shades
And add vibrant color to the autumn
Way your thoughts fall.
And somehow I hear you beautiful,
Where my eyes see you
Aren’t at all.
And once more I punish my senses
For judging through the color of my own
Winter eyes.
No wonder it gets so bitter cold here
And why it’s no surprise
I reach for the peace
Of summer when it’s just too hot
To cry, and just to late even try
To wear yet one more
Fake disguise.
it coulda been someone else
who held me on the phone for hours last night
in ten whole minutes.
His voice was thick red velvet curtains
And yet here, now, before me
Velcro blinds, a cut and copy cardboard cutout
Of the shadow shone last night..
..I knew I chanced fate
And slipped myself a hook
The line was a good one
And sinker, I saw myself
Trying to reach for air
Finding any joke I could
To hide the fact I was disappointed
Your voice did not match what
I heard last night.
Do you speak in misplaced
Truth? I wonder since the rich silence
I heard on the phone, is now broken
By bottle cap shards and s
Syncopated snapshots of your smile
And the glowing embers of the vowels
He left imprinted on my digital audio tape.
I'm checking to see if it was you.
And somehow, through the magic of technology
I think it is.
I just somehow heard you differently.
My ears are such artists
They paint your words in spring bud shades
And add vibrant color to the autumn
Way your thoughts fall.
And somehow I hear you beautiful,
Where my eyes see you
Aren’t at all.
And once more I punish my senses
For judging through the color of my own
Winter eyes.
No wonder it gets so bitter cold here
And why it’s no surprise
I reach for the peace
Of summer when it’s just too hot
To cry, and just to late even try
To wear yet one more
Fake disguise.
Our Seasons
I know u have a lover now
and you're busy a lot
learning deep valuable lessons
moving in time with each others darkness
throbbing over a painful word
an aching trigger
and a moment when you're One.
I know time is different now
because you're a different Us
a new 'we'
but I miss being around you
knowing you
watching a tv series, in episodic order
I thought we were linear too
but I keep going back to our First Season
when we didn't know much about our characters
when the drama thrust us into new places
and each other
and we were left on a cliffhanger
We always said when moving into season 2
destroy the set
I guess I did
u still live there
but it's all different now
Let me know when you're ready for Season 3
or if they're canceling the show
for a spin off.
and you're busy a lot
learning deep valuable lessons
moving in time with each others darkness
throbbing over a painful word
an aching trigger
and a moment when you're One.
I know time is different now
because you're a different Us
a new 'we'
but I miss being around you
knowing you
watching a tv series, in episodic order
I thought we were linear too
but I keep going back to our First Season
when we didn't know much about our characters
when the drama thrust us into new places
and each other
and we were left on a cliffhanger
We always said when moving into season 2
destroy the set
I guess I did
u still live there
but it's all different now
Let me know when you're ready for Season 3
or if they're canceling the show
for a spin off.
Moving
you can make me move
oh Great One
you can say leave
Get out
Go away
Move this week
pack this weekend
oh Lordly One
You can take my things
you can throw them on the street
(you did)
burn them
make me forget them
or try and steal them
(how can you steal what was given so willingly?)
you can make me, oh 'Dominant' One
decide what's best
what rule to erect
which hoop to spin around me
you can try and make me jump
since trying is all you are left
doing, oh Controlling One
since you don't really know
which way my penny lands
cookie crumbles
or if indeed I'll be here tomorrow
to bet, or eat.
You can take it all
oh Creative One
but I'll still be floating around
watching you, eyeless
smiling that you thought
oh MisGuided One
that you really thought (did you?)
that I wasn't you
and that I'm not forever too?
oh Great One
you can say leave
Get out
Go away
Move this week
pack this weekend
oh Lordly One
You can take my things
you can throw them on the street
(you did)
burn them
make me forget them
or try and steal them
(how can you steal what was given so willingly?)
you can make me, oh 'Dominant' One
decide what's best
what rule to erect
which hoop to spin around me
you can try and make me jump
since trying is all you are left
doing, oh Controlling One
since you don't really know
which way my penny lands
cookie crumbles
or if indeed I'll be here tomorrow
to bet, or eat.
You can take it all
oh Creative One
but I'll still be floating around
watching you, eyeless
smiling that you thought
oh MisGuided One
that you really thought (did you?)
that I wasn't you
and that I'm not forever too?
Sleep
I like it when you're sleeping
you're less harm to yourself
or me
you're not neurotic
worried about money
you're not overcleaning
overcounting
controlling the kitchen
because its all you can keep clean
and the dirt of your anxiety
is taking over like
bacteria.
I like knowing you're asleep
I can wander the hallways and corridors
with oxygen
less polluted by storm clouds
furrowed brows
and you looking down at me
for not following the rules that
have gotten you this far
on a sinking ship
you're less harm to yourself
or me
you're not neurotic
worried about money
you're not overcleaning
overcounting
controlling the kitchen
because its all you can keep clean
and the dirt of your anxiety
is taking over like
bacteria.
I like knowing you're asleep
I can wander the hallways and corridors
with oxygen
less polluted by storm clouds
furrowed brows
and you looking down at me
for not following the rules that
have gotten you this far
on a sinking ship
Excuses
It’s Mercury, Ma
It’s mind murder, it’s messy
It must be my mistake.
It’s Mars, Ma
It’s much too late and
I just can’t wait
And It’s me, Ma
It was my my mouth
That murmured misunderstanding
Misguided motives
Muted, and muffled...
It’s mind murder, it’s messy
It must be my mistake.
It’s Mars, Ma
It’s much too late and
I just can’t wait
And It’s me, Ma
It was my my mouth
That murmured misunderstanding
Misguided motives
Muted, and muffled...
Word-War
Ill try
To walk, not talk
To silently suffer than to sharply speak
At the Academy of Word-War
Weapons cost only a student loan
Here, an unpayable debt,
A hurtful hole on the harmless.
I’ll try to be more like you
Standing taking an arm crashing into your head
You never attended my school
You stayed home instead and painted.
Maybe that’s why you stand so clear and clean
And were never tainted?
To walk, not talk
To silently suffer than to sharply speak
At the Academy of Word-War
Weapons cost only a student loan
Here, an unpayable debt,
A hurtful hole on the harmless.
I’ll try to be more like you
Standing taking an arm crashing into your head
You never attended my school
You stayed home instead and painted.
Maybe that’s why you stand so clear and clean
And were never tainted?
chill winds, prince
sleep well prince
for in the coming morn
I lose my way
and the forest glade leaves me.
I will remember your last tread tonight
the echo of the footstep
you are taking with you
I do wish horseback was for two
bareback riding is much better
when there's a saddle and my name etched there
i've ridden wild stallions
my whole solo speeding life
the barn is warn, yes
and the hay a safe space
bubbles burst and like dish soap
pop,
unlike the carnival ones that
children chew.
I feel yours around me prince
not a bubble but a wind
that if you’re quiet
u can feel it still
even from the chill winds of Iceland.
for in the coming morn
I lose my way
and the forest glade leaves me.
I will remember your last tread tonight
the echo of the footstep
you are taking with you
I do wish horseback was for two
bareback riding is much better
when there's a saddle and my name etched there
i've ridden wild stallions
my whole solo speeding life
the barn is warn, yes
and the hay a safe space
bubbles burst and like dish soap
pop,
unlike the carnival ones that
children chew.
I feel yours around me prince
not a bubble but a wind
that if you’re quiet
u can feel it still
even from the chill winds of Iceland.
fleeting, eternal
I'm raw
I was never tamed
i came to show this civilization
u can be free and real and deep
short and long lasting
momentary
fleeting
and eternal
hard to understand, know or hold
yet
beautiful when moments allow
u never tamed me
I wanted you to
but it got too hot, too close
and I had to bolt.
I was never tamed
i came to show this civilization
u can be free and real and deep
short and long lasting
momentary
fleeting
and eternal
hard to understand, know or hold
yet
beautiful when moments allow
u never tamed me
I wanted you to
but it got too hot, too close
and I had to bolt.
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