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?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Miss you Mitri
You'd sometimes just sit there
your green eyes trained to me.
Watching.
I'd often wonder what you thought.
Whether you just put up with me
or whether you enjoyed being alone together
when the house was empty.
\you'd sometimes ask me for something
and I'd ignore you, brush you away
and you'd return not long after.
I think you knew, didn't you.
(didn't you?) that I loved you
and that you'd get a treat if you
stared long enough.
Did you get enough treats?
You hated me taking a bath
didn't you?
You'd worry I would slip and fall
drown and never wake to hold you again
another day. Or at least eat together.
You'd sit sometimes when the lights were out
and I was sleeping, I saw your green eyes
refleting light from somewhere, a street light outside
perhaps.
You knew stuff.
You used to commune in dreams, you'd say so much
with silence. And I did hear you purr a few times,
so I know you were happy.
And you seemed happy with me around.
But you see, tonight
I'll never know if you weren't doing so well
when I wasn't.
But I tried to come back
to visit you
I hope you know
and I hope you saw
when you lay stiff, your eyes were light years away
and you left alone.
I miss you.
And I'm sad last night you died.
your green eyes trained to me.
Watching.
I'd often wonder what you thought.
Whether you just put up with me
or whether you enjoyed being alone together
when the house was empty.
\you'd sometimes ask me for something
and I'd ignore you, brush you away
and you'd return not long after.
I think you knew, didn't you.
(didn't you?) that I loved you
and that you'd get a treat if you
stared long enough.
Did you get enough treats?
You hated me taking a bath
didn't you?
You'd worry I would slip and fall
drown and never wake to hold you again
another day. Or at least eat together.
You'd sit sometimes when the lights were out
and I was sleeping, I saw your green eyes
refleting light from somewhere, a street light outside
perhaps.
You knew stuff.
You used to commune in dreams, you'd say so much
with silence. And I did hear you purr a few times,
so I know you were happy.
And you seemed happy with me around.
But you see, tonight
I'll never know if you weren't doing so well
when I wasn't.
But I tried to come back
to visit you
I hope you know
and I hope you saw
when you lay stiff, your eyes were light years away
and you left alone.
I miss you.
And I'm sad last night you died.
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