You’ll give me a look
And I’ll give you a word
You’ll give me a question
And I’ll tell you a story
You’ll give me time
And I’ll give you ghosts
We’ll draw each other blueprints
Mapping out every escape route
You deal in ideas and
I deal in letters
In unfulfilled promises, stolen art
What could have beens and prose
At first my words are beautiful
So you’ll give me a heart
In return, I’ll give you a poem about a heart
You’ll give me affection
I’ll take your kisses and your smiles
I’ll take your mornings and your cigarettes and your compliments
And I’ll love you so much
That I’ll write you into my story
I’ll give you your space
I’ll give you my ears, my blind eye
If you want to bury your head, baby I’ll be your sand
After all, we were both just looking for a safe place to land
You’ll give me your heart
Over and over and over again
But I’ll always want more
I’ll always want you to understand
That the thing you love is just a piece
That I am a thousand times the things you think I think I can be
That I love everything a little
But will never settle
On any one path
I want to follow you everywhere
Just to prove to you that I can be everywhere
Do everything
And you’ll get tired of that
I want to be everything you’re not
Just to prove that I still exist outside of us
You’ll get sick of trying so hard to figure me out
Just when you’re ready to leave I’ll decide to show you everything
Things will be good again for a few days
But then we’ll start saying sorry again
We’ll give and give and give
But every gift will be a size to small
The wrong color
So close to right that we’ll walk around with blistered feet and smiles too tight
Loving each other in clashing colors
It won’t be long before we start to miss each other whenever we’re near each other
It won’t be long before it hurts more than we’ve decided it’s worth, but still
I’ll probably always miss you a little

The wake of trembles,
And Earth's heart sighs.
Intakes from the depths
Of the furthest skies
Follow my path and
I follow them, too.
Sharing this degree
Of sentiment for you.
We've swept the tides
And drank deep of them.
Shaken the lands with
What could have been.
So it is, friend...
That I see beyond
And here I defend
This one escape of
A rain filled Friday.

The snuggled smoke that flourished through the wrapped trees of distress,
Surpassed the frenzied flowers that my lover had once possessed.
Neither rain, nor comforting words nestled the neglect of those tears,
Who hid behind the books and the consumption of countless, crazed fears.

Amazed and awed what lies through the window of those memorable drives,
Only to end up with the inevitable filth that dripped from her eyes.
I constantly searched for things to drown out the waves of misery,
To keep her head above the washing water and vicious visionary.

Perhaps, myself, to acclaim her sensible wants and needs,
And to lay the pebbles on top of the dusty path of weeds.
Certain that this was the becoming of a new beginning,
To love a person more than myself, discovering a silver lining.

Time became our fearless friend, yet our worst enemy,
Through the constant battles of her past memory.
Becoming unstitched from each other’s blanket that was once sewn,
Left I to cherish the warmth spent and loaned.

Through a garden bedecked in the finest façade
In a natural beauty of eons compiled
An assault to the senses which quickens the pulse
Yet soothing the detail, organically styled

Its borders haphazard yet clearly defined
By a frenzied assortment of pollen clad blooms
Enhancing creation with lust and a craving
With nectar, ambrosia scented perfume

The thickets and bushes, with industry cloaked
A sprawling utopia thriving therein
With bees and with butterflies drinking their fill
And drizzled in webs which the spiderfolk spin

A meandering trail through flourishing life
An encouraging push from the sun to my rear
Entrancing, the chill of the dew underfoot
Yet thrusting itself like an ice laden spear

My sight is attracted by hidden desire
To a door at the crest of a flurry of stairs
And the stone of the flight is as fire to my soles
After languishing still as the midsummer glares

The door is ajar and within comes the sound
Of a single piano, adeptly caressed
Each note sends a shiver rebounding around me
In purity soaked and perfection possessed

I make my way forward and darkness inside
Removes me of sight as my pupils adjust
And the air is intense as a northerly breeze
And shimmers in motes cut of sunlight and dust

My eyes become clear and before me they see
Cascading and dancing a musical frieze
A picture in motion, a fairytale path
In a spectrum of tones and a myriad keys

Inspiration her name and the course she describes
Is a poem in light to beguile the mind
She speaks with her body, a wordless refrain
Of a mystery poets have clamoured to find

A pipe cuts a harmony no one could play
Distilling forever the passage of time
And though such a symphony draws at the tongue
Causality never once utters a rhyme

A pattern of shimmering images form
Behind inspiration and quickening pace
To fade with the music and ever be lost
Lest the pen of a poet can hold them in place

Most fickle of muses and teaser of tongues
To flirt with despair and to promise elation
We chase but remaining just out of out reach
Is the ghost of a girl which we call ‘Inspiration’

The man in blue with his head raised high
Fires his pistol toward the sky.
He does not ask why.

Blurred upon a canvas, and cast out from the town
He does not look down.
To catch a glimpse of irony, before she turns around.

No meaning or conclusion, as fades his hope.
At odds with still delusion, too far gone to cope.

His path once paved with clarity, now stained with black
Each step that pulls him forward, another drags him back.
Only himself left to attack.

Far off course with no remorse, too insane to breathe a sigh
Or even try.
She waits with them in paradise, for when the time draws nigh.

Alone in a desert of the mind, with his sanity so abused.
All those he left afflicted, all those who's pain he used.
All those who left him so amused.

Its perverse. The meaning in this verse.
With nothing left to comprehend, all is left to be dispersed.

He see's now the price that he must pay
For all those grief stricken, who's love he took away.
Before his path concludes, before it leads astray.

Reach his arm toward his temple, and block out the light
With no cause left to struggle, and no reason left to fight
He moves his finger slightly, to find a world of night.

mind oh mind.
what the hell are you thinking?
why you keep changing every time you heard something different come out from someone mouth?
one day you will really believe that that is the best decision you take.
but when you scared. you keep changing your mind.
lots of things going on in your mind. and you keep trying to find someone who said something you want to hear. but when somehow those people didn't say what you want, then you confused again.

what do you want?
and who you really listen to?
why you have to keep changing your mind?
you always come up with a new reason and a new believe.
you always think of something that makes you scared.
the worry, the uncertain things.
you want to take stay in your old path that you know you don't like.
then, why you have to worry again?
why you have to keep looking for an answer that you already know what the right answer is?

is looking for your happiness is more important?
or doing what right and doing your responsibility is what you have to do?
what do you want?
don't lie to your heart.
somehow happiness is the most important thing.
but are you dare to take the risk?
why not? you are young. take the risk while you can.

stop going around just to find someone who will say what you want to hear.
then when what's come out from their mouth is not what you want to hear.
you'll confused again.
then...
mind oh mind.
i guess you already know what is the answer that you looking for.
stop looking for another excuse.
stop looking for someone who will tell you what you want to hear.

mind oh mind.
please stop looking around.
close your eyes.
ask your heart deep down inside.
because you are the only one who know the best thing for you.

mind oh mind.
grow up and stand up.
its time for you to take the risk and go out from the comfort zone.
mind oh mind.
by doing this, you'll be better than who you are now.

mind oh mind.
close your eyes and learn to see.

mind oh mind.
its time to stop looking for an excuse and take one big step to a whole new world.

Don’t look at me with hostility,
it’s plain to see, oh so clearly,
that you don’t give a damn,
is my life a sham........?

don’t judge me, you see,
it’s for the grace you go, no hope
to where this slippery slope,
bites and gnaws and claws

I sold my soul,
anything, to drown this hole,
I’d crawl; I’d beg to get my fix,
lounging in the dirt... a ditch

it started simple, in control,
insidious was its smile,
comforting, for awhile,
I wasn’t looking.... it turned its back,

sold me down the alley,
absorbed on crack,
how did I get here, unclear?
hey... mind your back... ‘I’m here’

You don’t see me,
you don’t hear me,
you just hurt me,
you just curse me,

I’m black and blue,
veins.... shot, collapsed, see through,
I hate you all, above all...
me, that person you don’t see,

I’m wounded, unobserved,
undeterred and blinded, misguided,
gimme me that fix, none of ya wrotten tricks,
I know your sort, behind my back.... you’ll talk,

gateway to hell is here,
I wonder could heaven draw near,
I’m down in the gutter,
can’t even raise myself to mutter,

It owns me
and destroys me,
latched on and clung to me,
stained and debauched me,

until I couldn’t see,
or hear, or walk or talk,
just veer your course... yeah, you’re not real,
don’t buy me a soul cause I can’t heal,

too late for me now,
a broken soul without pride,
I can’t hide, this narrow grave it’s covering me,
the light grows dim in shade, fools me,

I see nowt, pure nothing; yet... winking,
light, a smile it faces me,
I take its brand of urgency,
without falter I stumble, can I alter?

this turmoil of no hope,
emerging through this pit of mar,
that clings and sticks like tar,
turning my face to grope,

to find some hope, to reach and run,
get outta this god forsaken place,
I don’t know if I have strength to race,
I have no speech my words are done,

yet...I have begun, the light it flickers,
blows out with whispers of
my demise, of cries,
my grasp.... denies

I ask, please help me,
but you don’t see,
it’s up to me,
the light still kindles,

taking me forth,
and never dwindles,
at times it may be hard to know,
the path to which I must turn to go,

I will know it, I must,
you see, what’s left will kill,
for sure I’ll crawl my hill,
back to life to sanity,

to those who love me,
waiting in the aisles,
never failing me with smiles,
they welcome me, I see it now,

hold my breath and knit my brow,
towards their open arms I stumble,
rushing forward, so humble,
they hold onto me,

it is clear oh wretched me,
at last I look,
I look!!
I see!!