You were taken away
Before I knew what I was trying to say
And you were lost
Slipped away dangling on the end of a rope
Your excitement was bitter denial

You made me happy oh
So happy we were
Girl you made me smile
You made me happy
Then you were taken away

You made me cry
And die slightly
For so long
Every day
Over a sweetheart taken away

Your momentum shattered
Like bone pulverised
And digging razor sharp
Claws into inflamed
And angered flesh
You lost your direction
You lost my enthusiasm

You made me happy oh
So happy we were
Girl you made me smile
You made me happy
Then you were taken away

Your mouth was poisoned
With paralysis meant for another
You had no say
No way to surrender
I tried I tried
My darling I tried
But victims are silent to tyrants
And yours was a silence long-lived
In agony

I tried I tried
I'm sorry my darling

You made me happy oh
So happy we were
Girl you made me happy
Then you were taken away

(08.12.2012)

If any of us felt the cold of the sun
We didn't let ourselves know it until the end of the day.
We didn't let ourselves show it until May was over.
No one ever let slip the ideas or the we we're stuck inside a supernova.

Nothing came between us on those Spring afternoons,
Or in those twisted nights where we turned into loons,
When the clock started to move backwards and something was expressed,
Something wrapped up in foil kept cold and compressed.
But somewhere out there in the back of our minds,
the message was sent with the passing of time.

Everything is as it should be simply because it is,
How we express ourselves is like when we were kids.
And sometimes when the lights are out and the curtains drawn,
Something comes stirring that doesn't rest until dawn,
What it is I can't quite place,
But it lurks on as I motion from place to place

When this is over and I am elsewhere,
I'll look back and wonder why it is that I care,
Being on some distant plain I shall digress.
And hope that the animal in my mind can finally rest.

Words are misgiving and maybe I've said too much,
But I continue to write and I think its not such.
So whatever I draw from this somewhere down the line,
I can carry on going because everything really is fine.

And this life I live is so uniquely mine.

I'm sorry.

I know I haven't been
Talking.
So concerned
Yet
Not being able
To say
Anything.

I wonder
If you're fine.
I
Do
See
The messages
That pop up
Every day.
At least,
People ask the
Questions
I'm too afraid to
Ask.

You say you're fine,
That you're recovering.
Well
That's good.
I think.
I hope.

I don't even know
What
To think
Anymore.

So I just think of
Everything.
Anything.
But most importantly,
And thankfully,
I still know
I think of

You.

I really pray
You're doing fine, mam.
And I'm sorry
I can't talk,
Even when I do
It never seems
To be
To
You.

And sometimes
It hurts,
When I see your message,
But I have no idea
What
Or
How
To reply
And you just sit there
On the other side of your
Phone,
With two ticks
At the end
Of your message
And the status says
"Online"
But

Still
No
Reply.

I know you try,
Try to cheer me up
With the occassional
Kitty
Or random quote
Something,
Anything
To spur me on.

And I just lay there,
Typing
With one hand on the phone
And the other
Slowly
Grabbing
For the sheets,
Enveloping myself
In the darkness,
Wiping the tears
That

Fall.

The tears,
O they
Fall like
The stars in the sky,
Or
The leaves from the trees,
Falling
From the bottom of my heart,
My heart
Which hurts
For

You.

Don't teach me how to fly like you did,
Or  say that you yearned to float.
And all the pain that you hid;
You yelled it to a rope.

All the world so loved you,
But, it was the end you chose.
So when the finals winds blew
I pray they saw you home.

Amen.

I write in praise of art,
specifically, the spectacle of
Ng’s bare arse. Yes,
this is simply because I have to say
Ng’s bare arse is magnificent.
It’s not a bouncing Botticelli but it’s
a slim, firm bottom, subtly rounded,
real split peach and cream stuff.
And Ng at the other end
is a real nice person, too!
She's my friend, see?

But back to Ng’s bare arse. I contemplate
this vision, along with the meaning of life,
quite often in broad daylight
with a slash of sunlight across her little buns.
This is more profound than the Tait, the Louvre,
the Met, the Frick, the Neue, the Helly, the Hermitage or even
the National Portrait Gallery all bunged in together.
Ng's bare arse is also better, by far,
than anything you can see at the Bolshoi or La Scala.

I’m amazed at how much I’m amazed by
this work of art. It’s awesome.
And I betcha the most famous galleries would
fall over themselves to display this finest little arse, that is,
if the world wasn't so hung up with hypocrisy and hysteria,
yeah, it'd be heaps more famous than the Mona Lisa.

Would it be weird if I said I would be yours forever.
All you need to do is ask.
I would forget all my dreams and hopes,
Change them for yours.

Would it be wrong if I said I would give my life for you.
I would gladly take a knife to the heart,
It if ment saving yours.

Would it be sad if I told you I long for you,
I vision you here with me
But then reality takes over and you dissapear.

Would it be the end of me,
The end of who I am if I gave my all to you,
Would I vanish if I lived to be with you
Melting into your life.

Would it be true
If I said all I do is for you.

it's funny how comfortable i am with not sleeping
and surely i know it's healthy to be eating but,

i havent eaten a really meal in months
my mom never noticed, in fact, nobody does
this worlds full of some that make weird decisions,
then they mess up and we're just supposed to listen

i got alot of simple problems, from scribbles to songs from bills to concerts,
but there's one problem , that always gets me
its how at the end of the day kids go hungry

and what about how nobody listens to those who speak softly?
I wish most days I didnt drink my coffee but my problems never come off me, in fact

theyre stained,
least with glue you just pick at it and usualy it goes away
i want to stay ...in a safe place,  I wish the world wasnt a paperchase, I wish I was bass, I wish I had no taste, to just hide and hide inside some days
that will be my escape