You're hired, start monday,
seize that day,
take it,
it's yours.

Off course, unmanned
no map, nothing planned,
no lookout, no captain,
no treasure.

Passing hours, passing notes,
wandering the sea
on different boats,
living the illusion you are free.

Let the waves carry you
let the tides, the moon and the wind
guide you away from the times you've sinned
only to return when true,
completely torn apart from value,
blue and red, steady,
don't let anyone knead,
wait until they've fled,
when you are ready.

Bearded, hairy, pimpled fairy,
repulsive, obnoxious, loud and anxious,
daring, daunting, sweating, crying,
lying and prying
to get the details out,
presumptious, precautious yet nosy,
bossy, knowing it all and showing it all.

Dancing for no apparent reason,
same for singing,
showering, caring and pairing.
Associations big or small,
drama at the mall,
glances, waves and smiles
helping others with piles
of work, with quirk.

Strong, fierce, succesful beings, kind
with deep eyes, steep noses, cheeks
and jaws, able to cut glass,
a freakishly tight, yet humbling behind
or ***.

Adventurous, spontanious, loving
and watching and staring and matching
catching every voxel, every pixel, every line
or dot
or just a couple or just one or not.

Full, sizeable or rather small, yet kissable lips
or standing tall, bizarre
symmetry, bigotry, whining and ambitiously
becoming a truer version of what you
think you are.

How she skated,
gracefully evaded
falling down.

She twirled and danced and slid
without ever getting rid
of her precious glow.

The lanterns were lit,
it started to snow,
she hopped off to sit
but I had to go.

Stop the lies,
there's other things to do,
better things to do,
just break the ties,
leave it all
until it safely dies,
leave it all
for someone else.

Compelled to let go
I want you to know
there is no other way
there is no better way.

There's not much honor in dying
even if you're fighting, at least trying,
save your giving
for the living.

The room was a mess,
even ***** for a while,
over there, in the corner
laid a pile of worn out clothes.

Packages spread,
silverware still red
from last night's
spaghetti.

A wine glass broke
when she left, screaming
things she didn't mean.

She did know how to provoke,
her words were deeming
everything would be clean
next week.

I've made bets, I've done my wages,
locked my money in specific cages.
As it rages, as it's yelling to be freed,
I've worked out the raises that may lead
to what I need.

I've parked my car so often so soon,
I've tried to take pictures of the moon
in cities, in bars, on rooftops, on mars.

The plants are dead, the lights are dimmed,
the trees and hedges, carefully trimmed.
My garden is a place of finding
things, binding things, reminding
me every once in a while
how too much water killed the smile.

Other options seemed to pale,
I bailed my investment out of jail
as soon as I saw the rotten, rusty hinge,
stale enough to make me cringe.

When markets are inconsistent
and your growths may seem persistent,
take another look outside
to remember every time you've lied
to keep your dreams alive.

Temporary friends, travelling in the same
direction, seated on the floor of a train
that did not pass inspection, heated
in arguments, chilled by the outdoors
but thrilled, had never felt the pain
others carried deep within their cores.

As they smoked inside and lied
about succes and achieved goals,
as the roaring fire charred coals,
they searched for a place to hide,
a place to look up at the sky at night
and still feel safe.

By day they read books
and faced exchanging looks
as the rusty train paced
across this barren land
that'd gripped them in it's clutch.

Some drank too much,
were overmanned, forgot to stand.

Its final destination was a meadow
dark and pure, the only light
came from up above as if it meant to lure
our strangers closer to endure
the shinings our moon reflected.

Even if these people weren't to be trusted
even if their skin was scarred, lip busted
and they made decisions with a coin to flip,
why or how they came up with the trip,
if they were classy, sketchy or messy,
no one got rejected. They made this,
the least ignorant form of bliss.