i miss the way you look into my eyes
I miss the way you make me laugh.
i miss the butterflies
I miss being able to hold you.
i miss sharing my soul with you
I miss the kisses and hugs.

i wish i could hold you
I wish you would share your soul with me.

I sit down,
breathe,
and keep my head down

You stand up,
hold your breath,
and walk away

I've been staring out the window for so long. Looking. Observing. Thinking. I made the statement once with a sculpture that people are able to focus on what's in front of us, what is in the distance, and what is behind us.

There are three consequences of these three actions:

1. They becomes so focused on what's in front of us that they cannot focus on what's in the distance.
2.  They become so focused on what's in the distance that they become disillusioned to what's in front of them.
3. They focus on what's behind us and then is incapable of dealing with what is in front of them and what is in the distance.

What came before language?
What came before thought?
What came before expression?

What is language?
What is thought?
What is expression?

Art.

How does one depict silence?
What does silence sound like?
What is there left to listen to when everything stops?
Who Knows

why does time stop when i'm with you
i look into your eyes all i can do is smile
your soul is too beautiful for me

buzz buzz buzz buzz
if I sit in silence that is all I hear
buzz buzz buzz buzz
if I sit with people that's all I hear

The warmth of a spring morn
all is well

I deny possession,
My Body is not to be contained
particularly by the likes of you.

Covet not the freedom I flourish within.
Covet your own existence, and leave me be.

Adieu.

days and nights of celebration
joyous, raucous, confrontation.
we bring forth the best of times
our lives filled with uphill climbs.

patience, breath, and listening to
things in life that come through-
and waiting, just waiting for it
to just feel right, the words
hanging off your lips

you know the ones
in between the sips
and careless whispers
and long glances.

just look into my eyes
and maybe stay a while.

we've been over for so long
but it still haunts me
rather, the idea of him

the best, most beautiful moments
linger in my heart.

holding one another
as we drift
to sleep

sharing our lives
good and bad

now i am
my own.

stronger

but i miss the company of a
lover

the touch of safe intimacy

Hot spring, meadow dew.
There are bodies of water
to separate me and you.

I am my body, though ragged and torn;
my mind & spirit weather the storm.

Inner turmoil, lay to rest.
good night dear, you tried your best.

Promise a world more fair and just
give me more than skin and lust.

Leave my mind, like we never met
I've seen **** I will never forget.

But I make this promise sans regret.