A black bird on a bridge side
Sitting slightly on an incline
Tilts its head somewhat oddly
And squints at the wind as if he sees it passing
Is it too heavy a breeze
To fly with ease?

The world must look different to you
You wear a hat and shined shoes
It must have a smiling face
A face I knew
For I am just a lone chimney sweep
Pushing around the dust
No weather brings surprise
No world changes for us
Same stories keep the fire company
Same sandwich for lunch
We only give what is asked for
We never ask for much
Another day up the chimney
Not a complaint nor a fuss
Our world doesn't have any ears
The world looks different for us

I cry for the wind sometimes
How she gives up far too easily after she rages so heavily
And screams in all her might stirring and swirling everything about
Like a child tossing all her toys out of her cot
Like a drunk swearing at the moon
I cry because we are far too alike
We burst and quake, let the earth feel our discontentment
Then when all our quaking is done
And the air is out our lungs, we lay weak in the shadows of ourselves
With only our bare skin to swaddle us

Do you water the flowers who grow in your garden?
Do you share in their joy once their growth has started?
Will they be wilting, or will they bloom?
Are you their savior or will you be their doom?

I saw a glimpse of peace today
A ripple in time
A moment a deity let slip from its eyes
When a second had passed
The moment was lost
But I'll alway remember that glimpse of the sky

Thinking about the rain from in between my bedsheets
Ideas of the world start to join in in dead heaps
But all that I need
Is the peace that it brings
Not the worry it brought
With a head full of thought
Oh the rain is a pain when it doesn't clean your brain
From dirt stained ideas that could clog up your drain
Thinking about rain as it pours from the sky
And drowns me in bed while my bedsheets are dry

And if I...
I do not run
My season for love
Will come and go
Like the winds and the snow
Away in the night
Can love be alright
Without a chest
To call home?
But If I let it inside
Offer a safe place to hide
Like the clouds hold the rain
Like a candle does a flame
Will it die in my skin
That has coldness beneath
Can love build a home
In a chest made of stone?

The moon steals my attention
It's a thief in the night
Has there ever been a name for thief who steals delight?

There is a vacancy in my spirit
So she lays down beside me
And offers me the comfort I can't give her in return

I've been missing for days
Caught in a fold
That crease in your cheek
Has swallowed me whole

I don't want complicated
I want the drama of simplicity
I want a hand touching a hand
A smile from across a room
I want the disruption of wanting you
And the chaos of knowing you want me all the same
I want the tension of peace
The silences in your speech
Knees touching slightly as we take our seats
I want the dismay of being calm
Through the whirlwind of your charm
And the confusion of knowing it'll cause me no harm
I want a maelstrom in a stream of conversation
I want a derangement sans the complications
I want you
As simply as you want me
So how complicated could that possibly be?

She don't wanna know him
Says that she gets lonely
But she loves the space around her hands
When she stretches out her arms in both directions
She throws away love
Like people do old rugs
She won't need a hug when she could rather dance
With her veins fully attached to a heart with no dissections
She gives herself kisses
Bares herself witness
You don't need a person just to feel emotions
Maybe slightly out of focus but you could have a moment staring at your own reflection

I wore sneakers today
For a wander down memory lane
Called an old friend to talk
And took time for a walk
Same as I've always been
Dressed for winter over my skin
Hoping rather to laugh
At the things from our past
Things I've come to miss
To cut conversationlessness
We danced anticlockwise
In lines in our minds eyes

The more I step into the light
The less the darkness offers me comfort
Soon everything will have a face
And all that I feared will be nothing but things I've come to understand

she sighed for lack of energy to do anything else
then took a sip of coffee and continued to melt

Let your lips run like water
A complex irrigation system from your chest
Give all the dying flowers nourishment and let then grow from water you've provided

In stillness, I read a few lines per second
to sweet relief and wisdom beckon
it's the painful habit of the poet I reckon
to let out a breath at the end of each session

The waking will shake you
But it won't **** you
And soon you'll be so taken with reality
That falling asleep will be a torturous task

Your eyes are the ocean
That hits the shore every time you blink
Each tear drop is a monsoon
But without you I'd sink...

So dangerous and sweet a thing
I have yet to come to learn  
Is a man who would hold me
Without being held in return

I want you
Don't float around thinking I don't
Person I hardly know
Person who doesn't know me at all

Still, I drift
I thought I lived myself to pieces
But bones will shift
when your body doesn't need the space it's been in

Let it bleed
So that your blood can solidify and cover the wound
Even though it'll still be red and raw and ooze endlessly
Endlessly as though it seems
Soon it'll start to heal

I'm trying to draw lines out of myself
So I can put myself on paper
I want my chest to crack open so that my heart can stretch out its arms and grab hold of something
And teach that thing who I am
I want to express my life
And say what I truly feel
Without finesse
I want so spit out blurts of myself
Inconsistent and rough
So that you can know me and not know me
The way I know myself

I laid my eye upon a dim
Who to my hand had taken its time
Through work and toil
My fingers spoiled
Now had one to label mine

What do I win with such a precious thing?
A bag of rice to fill my cheeks?
An apple a day, so the doctors at bay?
A clove at night for tooth decay?

Or is it to keep, so shiny and round
Close to my heart this dim that I found
For proof of life
And work and strive
To take with me when I enter the ground?

In this short life
With these long days
Time just seems to go
When you decide to stay

A spoonful of honey to engage my tongue
And the rest of the healing has ever since begun

I heard a story about you once
Flooding out of someone at else's mouth
About all kinds of details I've never notice before
And it made me question the you I thought I saw
They brought up secrets they thought you were hiding
And if they weren't so convincing I'd think they were lying

I wish my days would end in peace
Not in a rummaging of details I picked up along my way out and back into bed
And the silence was a ferry to sleep
Not an open sea raging again in against the shores of my head

How horrible and happy life is all together
How privileged you are to remember both together
A little bit of patience, barely spanning a meter
To sustain a tiny candle light in the heart of winter
Be still little heart
The summer is almost here
Then the reaping will start
Just as the dew reappears...

Today is a day like any other could be
And tomorrow will be the same as today should be
If I was rich in the grand scheme of this
It couldn't make a day any more than it is
With just a penny to my name
A day is a day all the same
If I prayed for rain
And it actually came
Wouldn't cause a day to be any more bliss
Though a bit wet, with the cold and the mist
If the sun were to shine
As it often does at times
The day would still be just that
When you left it behind
So a day is a day
I figured that to be right
I've got far more to say
About the ever changing night...

Lets share some beers
To cut the tears
And leave the day behind us

In the morning we'll chat
About the riff and the raff
But for get beer inside us

I hope you know
That when I step away
Only for a moment, to tender to these wounds
That I'll fly back in a sunny day
With fresh skin for you to bruise

So I dance
Because it takes nothing from me but a little bit of energy
That would've been wasted standing still in any case
Might as well share a moment with a crowd
And be a part of a movement for just a moment
There is peace
There is one
There is freedom
I wish the world was a dance floor sometimes
Not all the other things it learned to be
I wish we could use just a little bit of energy to dance together
Instead of waste it on other things that cause us to stand still

My dreams chase me
They chase me as if I've stolen something from them they they need back desperately
And I run because I'm following a fear
The fear that if they catch me they'll consume me whole
And then there'll be nothing left of me to chase
And my fear will get so far away from me that I no longer see it anymore
So I'm forever moving in a limbo between running away and chasing after at the same pace
And slowly getting absolutely nowhere

The pain is only here for the moment
The moment is all that exists as we live and breathe
And move from one to the next
In the long train track of life
So one painful moment means one painful life
But life just for a moment
The same life that can be beautiful for another
And peaceful again for the other
But for this one, its painful
Be it just for the moment

For love to be so beautiful that it gives meaning to this very existence
And when its gone, it leaves little purpose with it
Not even dust
Not even whispers

Yet you persist that I venture with you
To go find this evil thing and let it rest in my depths
The one that can steal my world
Even my thoughts
Even my breath

How can you offer me such a poison? You silly little person
With the bright eyes that beg me to join your your naive excursion
Where no one will be able to save you
Not even a priest
Not even a surgeon

For love is so beautiful that it gives meaning to everything that is, why would you tempt such a frightening being?
And dance on an edge this steep?
When it could slither off with your whole life,
In the midst of you dancing
In the midst of your sleep

Spent a night in the puddles the rain made on the roads
The roads that leads anywhere but today I'm too cold
There are holes in the blankets so heap mine into folds
and try my hardest to blend in with the mold
Not that they'll see me if I stood on the roads
Or under the bridge with the spiders and trolls
but on the M5 there's a lot to behold
Maybe faces and smiles with riches manifold
But there's a whole day ahead before the end of my rope
There'll still be breath in my neck then I hope
There'll still a beat in my chest then I hope
So I can crawl into my folds with the others who know
That there is an art to being cold...

The ideas turned to war because war gave them life
The war was a war because both sides were right
They fought for their honor and argued for pride
But pride turned to molehills because both sides had died

I prayed to God
With my hand to my heart
To give me the heavens
And the moon and the stars

But all he gave
Despite the words I prayed
Was a hand full of friends
And a rooftop for shade

Disappointed at at first
But soon came to learn
That the little he gave
Was more than deserved

So I took my friends
The few I was lent
And thanked my stars
For this life well spent...

The years are running cold
Like sand through your finger holes
Like cents in your old jacket getting lost in the pocket folds
Stilling hemmed to the edge of a jaded crown
To get praise from a faded crowd
Trading being right for the right to be loud
Tell me where are all your glories now
Just a clown with an open mouth
In a house where the lights are out

She had a crowded face with sterling grace to it
The clouds in the sky couldn't match its coldness
But she drew me in with a loveless flick of a shoulder
And I was a rabbit in a hole
A panting deer to the slaughter
She had me with the hooks attached to her sides
And like a jockie on a stallion
I attempted to ride
But I was swallowed by the current brought in with the tide
Folded in between waves that would never subside
Yet she was my guide
And pulled me out and care for me until I dried
Turning rich and golden but the bay side

The emptiness in my heart fills up my head
Silent motion in the dark that crowds up my bed
And I feel so light
I'm barely making a dent in my mattress
Now I fear the doubt is starting to compliment my sadness
I'm an open book
But all you'll read is dampness
If you like scribbles maybe you can untangle this madness
Cause Lord knows I've tried but I end up on a blank page
And I'll spend my weekends filling it up for days
I'm fond of the clouds
But I adore the sun rays
I hope can still hear the laughter
Everytime a child plays
Locked in my room where the covers they smother my mood
Until all this gloom somehow becomes understood

I find peace not in their hatred
But in my love
For they hate who I am
But I've never shown another face
For the face I've shown is the one I own
And the face they hate is one in the same
So if they hate
This face is to blame
But I find solace in the truth thereof
For if I wore a mask
There'd be a question to ask
Do they hate the mask or the owner thereof?

Drip drip drip
She enters leaking from every hole
Creating paddles on all my surfaces
Slip slip slip
I fall as I follow her
Sailing all my boats in her direction
Ship ship ship
On the oceans she makes
Sending me meandering merrily down the stream

drinking coffee to feel a buzz
doesn't take the place of feeling love
but feeling anything at all will be enough
to keep my waking hours from fading out

The sky looks wider from inside a box
Said the seeds from amongst the rocks
And boys in school shorts before they're lose
Now remember those days from from their past

First I cried
Then I laughed

I carried my own body across the finish line
And there I sank to the ground knowing that my knees have earned the rest I give them now...

I cried until I forgot I was crying over you
By then I was just crying because it was the only thing I knew how to do