i am drowning
and all is fine.
you are my friend
water divine
i ask nothing of this vast sea
this vast sea asks nothing of me
relative
harmony
i wish the air
could be here too
to see the world
from waters view
but air wafts
far up there
a flow I thought
was everywhere
sinking further
i must look down
to see what is
near the ground
to my surprise
none at all
just more sea
i slowly fall
into the sky
deep below
a late night
water show
light swims about
ebb and glow
down where I
can never go
MY MIND YELLS!
for me to breathe
and of this
i cannot conceive
for to breathe is to die...
...and breathing is
a part of me
as the wave
is of the sea
charge at my viscera.
take tender care to not tip our boat,
for we will not fall,
but glide, listlessly into sea.
know what it is to thirst for nothing to surround you.
to rise and fall,
aether-bouyant through axes unknown.
which direction does your spinal fluid flow?
you’ll be uncertain.
only i know.
and i won’t tell you.
you don’t have to.
Few are quite willing to go off and fight,
The sadistic and evil, in the name of what's right.
But all of us struggle as we try to attain,
The lives that we thirst for amidst all the pain.
We live with decisions that often defy,
Our own moral codes on how to get by.
We search for so long, for what makes us strong,
for what makes us weak, and where we belong.
And just when we think that we've gone through it all,
That we've gained all the knowledge of what might befall,
Reality and Life return to their place,
Keeping us guessing and changing their pace.
Ours mind and emotions like to play games,
and we search for our scapegoats in place of our blames.
With this, come frustrations that continue to grow,
Disrupting life's peace and life's even flow.
The scars from these battles are not easily shown.
Hidden as secrets; remaining unknown.
The battle within is the struggle of one.
In place of the many; in place of the gun.
All I know is some things can never be replaced
they've been misplaced
Left there to linger
Confusing and tying me up with a lace
A lace strengthened with time
So sour and bitter like lime
Trying to unlock the secret with my rime
But I've pasted so many signs
Found myself in nowhere waiting for nothing
Hoping for something
Have I lost control
Or have you stole my soul
Or is it resentment of getting hurt
Or is it defending my own avoiding the dirt
Can't see the reasons
I see through you
Why can't you see through me
I've listened deeper
Why can't you listen to me
Let me enlighten you
Indulge your senses
Guide you through my map
Put down the fences
Soak you up with loads of me
Then spin you in rinses
Am ties and twirls
So open your mind
And let me flow through
No I don't go with the flow
That might bother you
Been long since I've glimpsed the though of you
Got me wondering
am I hurt or have I never known the truth
I've forgotten am I hurt
Or am just too layered for anyone to dig through
both stubborn as hell
it was never gonna work
but that look in his eye
still has you feeling like dirt
a new doorstep with suitcase and guitar
lock doesn't click
so you break down the door
you've got time
you're plenty young
to learn a different city
to learn a different tongue
feeling numb, not at all right
if you were a man you'd go out, pick a fight
search for that feeling
when your brother broke your nose
how to get over this?
nobody knows
but you've got time
you're plenty young
to learn a different city
to learn a different tongue
a week puking your guts out over the loo
if its gotta come out, it'll come, that's proof
doc pokes at your ribs
during your visa medical
you'll probably blend in better now
bit more acceptable
and you've got time
you're plenty young
to learn a different city
to learn a different tongue
at the back of your mind
you still don't know
why it ended the way it did
why it all stopped to flow
if it couldn't work with him
can it ever work out?
but it doesn't really matter does it -
that's what it's all about
coz you do have time
you're plenty young
to learn a different city
to learn a different tongue.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Darkened doorways to the outside, bright wide doorways to insides
My insides, spilled on the linoleum over the smell of oleander
I stare into your black cracked eyes with a loving smile
It’s a gaze in the fog where your thin fingers stretch
You are all the hills, all the ditches and fills, the trills
Of nightbirds and coyotes looking for the kill
You are ruthless, ruthless, ruthless…
And I fly every mile like a salamander slides.
And I must, hush, say this in a whisper, whispering cobwebs
My morning glory, sweet sunrise through black curtain.
I could have learned to live a long time ago
With a gaze in the fog you touched and taught me
You are all my fatal fear, your mind is clear, all here
Your legend floating in a perfect tear
It is endless, endless, endless…
Your crystalline flow on the uncertain ebbs.
How many, many eyes do you have? How many sighs
Drift through your rafters like your own vortex of laughter?
I remember falling in love with a light from beyond you
Your gaze in the fog like the fire from your head
Eggshell lead paint, no complaint, breathe in till you faint
With all your soul that of a stenciled saint
Songs so shameless, endless, ruthless,
Cannot fly through this shell until after it dies.
My mind is still running
The sheep i count are awake
Im wondering if you understand
That what i did was a mistake
I didnt mean,
For fake smiles to show
For empty whispers or those haunting words
That symbolised... no
My eyes flow with guilt
And my voice begs and pleads
'Im sorry, im sorry
Please...please just believe'
its a heart to heart kind of night
with me, you have no price to pay
i take away worries
you have a smile on your face
and i cause deep laughter to flow
through your damaged veins
i tangle you inside my
jungle of secrets
you do not mind getting lost
for i am an island of joy and fun
and you are a shipwrecked sailor.
(11.23pm | j.g.)
They say we only fall in love
Once in our entire life
What if Love walks through those doors
And we fail to recognize?
What if we already lost that chance?
Flung it out the windows
Thinking Love was already by our side
The bliss ignorance
That Love can only come in the form of a husband
True but not quite
Maybe Love was all along there
Waiting for you to see
We can never quite see Love
Because we take Love like water
Easily granted
Steady flow of it always
But when we do see Love
It's always in our darkest moments
Our loneliest times
Then Love steps in
And that's when we can see it clearly
Who is Love
"What is it you're really about anyway?"
Why?
Why is it you want to know?
Is it the words that flow off my tongue
Or my actions that have stirred up this need for clarity?
In your mind, do I requiring pigeon holing?
Why?
So you can sort through the assemblage of me
Keep what pleases you and throw the rest away?
How sad ... for us both
