Now I'm lying on the ground
I tell myself
Remember there's more to life
Just keep looking towards the sky
Only then you'll be one with the sunrise
There's only one way out
And that's what I'm going for
Isn't that what time is all about?
Now the seasons over
And the weathers changing
I had a whole lot of time to think while I was falling
Things never stay the same
There's only today
Forget believing and faith
Life's an art
It's whatever you create
I don't know much about love
All I've had is hate
But I'm still learning
And I'm not afraid
I have feelings I don't even know how deep they run
My hearts been numb
Ands it's always back to the same conclusion
For all the wrong and right reasons
She steps into the dark swamp
where the long wait ends.
The secret slippery package
drops to the weeds.
She leans her long neck and tongues it
between breaths slack with exhaustion
and after a while it rises and becomes a creature
like her, but much smaller.
So now there are two. And they walk together
like a dream under the trees.
In early June, at the edge of a field
thick with pink and yellow flowers
I meet them.
I can only stare.
She is the most beautiful woman
I have ever seen.
Her child leaps among the flowers,
the blue of the sky falls over me
like silk, the flowers burn, and I want
to live my life all over again, to begin again,
to be utterly
between you and me
there is this thing
no one can see
and no one will understand
until we'll let them
see through our tired eyes
that remember every conversation
i think too much
about the world, humans
tell me is it wrong?
that i still feel your fingertips on mine
and your breath against my neck
when i try to get away
because you are so much
more than that
and i'm scared that i
won't be that
what you're longing for
but maybe i'll
can you guarantee, that you
won't be selfish with
my little heart
as you used to be?
maybe we shouldnt even start
leave it there where it was
because i'm sure this won't be
what i want or
what you want in me
When the morning was waking over the war
He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,
The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement stone
And the funeral grains of the slaughtered floor.
Tell his street on its back he stopped a sun
And the craters of his eyes grew springshots and fire
When all the keys shot from the locks, and rang.
Dig no more for the chains of his grey-haired heart.
The heavenly ambulance drawn by a wound
Assembling waits for the spade's ring on the cage.
O keep his bones away from the common cart,
The morning is flying on the wings of his age
And a hundred storks perch on the sun's right hand.
I sat watching
the final sliver disappear
below the horizon.
It was a chilly night,
lapped the shoreline
Stars began to appear,
one by one they
began to spark.
Venus joined me on
the jutting rocks
breaking the surf.
I could see
oblivious to my
hold of me.
I wondered about
the power of pheromones.
I looked up,
was in awe of the
growing in number,
it was a beautiful
night time sky.
The sound of kissing
and gentle moans
from unknown lovers
all my questions.
the long fluorescent light in the kitchen
makes an unholy hum on
at six in the morning
why am i awake again?
ten below outside, and even if i'm lavish with the heating
it's about the same in here
this kitchen, with that nasty buzz in my ears
but the coffee is brewing
and the last alarm goes off
i wonder if i should make for the city one day
it's never let me be
six becomes six-thirty
i'm careful not to burn my tongue
but i'm still reckless with my thoughts
wondering if i've a place somewhere between
friday night 'hell yeahs' and sunday morning 'hallelujahs'