With the day after Christmas
We return to the normality
Of me not looking at you
And you not talking to me

With hands deep in our pockets
Holding tight the spare change
Where we don't loose what little we've got
Or give too much away

Where all that is seen
Is the blind destiny
As I climb over you
On the rung of what's in it for me

With the day after Christmas
We're back to where we were
Not trying to be
Such good boys and girls

Where a grudge I unwrap
And think bad about you
Wait a minute that
Was the day before too

Where we take peace on Earth
And good will towards men
And pack it away
For another year

Where the Government
Sends us back to the war
With no earthly idea
Of what we're fighting for

Where we don't listen
To the cries of the children
As all of this happens
The day after Christmas

Keep feeling alive,

that's just what it's all about –


your body does know.

Golden sun, shining,
illuminates the moon, now
we shine together.

Resting my eyes always leads to memories of what I no longer have.
Dreams of you loving me and kissing me slowly.
To wake to the painful reality that you left.
The reminder each morning is too much.
So I stopped sleeping.

It's just that my life is so crazy
and when I am with you,
everything I am dealing with
seems to explode into tiny particles.

But now that you have left me,
my life has gone mad again
and I just need you
so that everything could slow down for a second.

I crave the calmness you give my soul.

B.K.

you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was

Sometimes you are showers in april.
I know you by your scent, I can feel in my bones when you’ll be around me
I feel you on my skin, your lightness covers me
The mist of you envelopes and mystifies me
I cannot predict you but I know you are evercoming

Sometimes you are a storm.
Your wild winds whip past my face and I have to fight through to keep up
You are deafening in my ears as my protests fall on deaf ears
Your cold droplets are hard and heavy and they follow me wherever I go
And yet I still find you just as beautiful to watch

Sometimes you are the eye.
You are a mysterious green of calm, the air is sweet as I taste it on my tongue
My own storm clouds are ever persistent, but they grow quiet in your lull
You give me peace before the impending downpour that will not leave me alone
You keep me grounded as we become one with the earth