never knew

Peaceful, non-judgmental and free
that's how I'll remember you
when I'm far from the ocean
yet lost at sea.

Safe, warm and allowed to be
I will honor the life that
you showed me.

'Midst the loud and wingless
a peaceful free

I never knew 'till you
that I could be.

Jan 22 03
Seattle, WA 6.41pm

isn't it?

isn't anger better than apathy
raised voices better
than cemetery silence

?

isn't "trying" harder
than giving up
but worth it ?

isn't telling how you feel
better than letting guess wrong
and isn't it much more painful
to love fast and free
isn't it so hard, but worth it
to love Me?

isn't it tiring to always be right
and isn't it better to fight by day
if only to enjoy the night?

and isn't it only games you are playing with me
isn't it hard when you are so seeking, so searching
to see
?

I've asked myself this.
But I won't tell me.

a bientot

This isn't the first time
I'm locked in your embrace

You've pulled the night over me
many times previously,
lying face to face.

and if only to
save tonight
I am letting you go
I put up no fight

This isn't the first time
This isn't the last time

you'll be knowing me.

dancing yellow, breathing blue

somewhere
i am dancing yellow
breathing blue breezes
quiet, where the
streams gently wash
away the horizon I ran from
before these poppies because
forests.
this somewhere is eternally
safe. peaceful as i always
new.
why did I ever believe
myself to have left the place
where I am still dancing yellow
....here....
breathing breezes blue.

true north

no one found such joy
in catching raindrops
in their mouth
or laughed so hard
at their body clock rewinding
people here use umbrellas
but you get soaked through
and marvel at the illusion age they give you.
no one found the day so full of stars
and the night
so sunlight bright
as you.

perhaps only me.
following the path in the bushes
that you carved through.,.,

Boys, Lost

I miss how you just
swing by unannnounced.
I leave the window open
for convenience, knowing full well
there are no more invitations.
the last party ended in a fiery trumpet
of streamers, red in their rage
violent in their violence.
and everyone went home.
your cologne,
what was its name now...?
I haven't opened my window
when it knocks these days
for you cannot fly through, Peter
and my Wendy House made of karma cards
have scattered to the wind
to a brand new Fool.

...

i wonder if you'll see these words
and know
and read the things i wrote in secret
between the lines
in astral ink

i left you a gift there
a secret silence laden with
words unhurried by translation.

i'll say no more.
if i know you, you'll know
i've said
enough.