Such things we are made of;
Dark, heavy, intense things.
We long for something to pull ourselves towards, into another where we meet.

Together, we click.

With the slightest attempt at setting ourselves apart, the Tension feels hard and resistant to that comforting touch.

The longing for that electric connection becomes the indignation of the hardness pulling away, that tension no longer present.  No remaining feeling of magnetic chemistry, pulled farther and farther apart until forgotten entirely.

Such dark, intense, and lonely things we are.

what if
when we play the tape recorded
song of rival birds in the wild,
the male of the forest
gets ready to defend his
territory, digging claws
into branch, arching beak
into moist summer morning

in the same exact way
we as human animals
open the watergates of our
veins, in response to
the tape recorded clouds,
crashing ocean waves, and falling
oak leaves which the creatures
from andromeda have
elegantly placed along the
freshly wiped laboratory
shelves of planet earth.

Body aches a thousand ways
Those missed sweet whispers
From your lips
Lost to the scent of heaven

Your love leaves my skin
This hand reaching air
For your touch
Only a cold life forwards
Do I dwell

Come back before
My world
Don't leave my love
Behind
Come back into warm
The cold is biting


Sighs to the rain of tears from my face
These windows to my soul
Lakes of emptiness
Full of regret
Come back to once our life

Come back
My love
Come back
I'll change
Come back
To us
It's cold outside

No words do enter to silenced thoughts
So loud this heartbeat
Now dead
My cause
It's lost
It's over
The fool I am
My body weeps  
I'm lonely am

No matter how far
you can walk
no matter where you take your turn
nothing will show
upon this land
nothing will grow.

Burn all the waste
dig holes so deep
the ground breaks in upon itself
blow up the soil
so that the seep
comes up.

And in the end
you see-
you walk towards yourself:
a convex mirror hems
your field-
and as you try to flee
and as you try to shield your face-

it closes in upon you.

As the night drags on
Your eyelids become far too heavy to hold up
Tongue starts to swell
And swallowing becomes a challenge
Your eyes are dry
Your neck is tight
Suddenly the mind can’t help
But to drift
To a darker place
Far to cold
You shiver into sleep
And hope
It’s brighter in the morning

I see the way you walk.
The way you don't want to talk.
The way you wish you could smile,
Make a smile that would stretch a mile.
But you've been hurt before,
And you still don't no what for.
You were the best you could be,
Everyone would look and see.
The way you had wished to smile,
The way you didn't want to be vile.
How you had wanted to be happy,
To experience a true kind of sappy.
You may lie and say you like the pain,
That you dont want a cute pet name.
But you and i both no thats false.
You want to finish the clause,
To finish your story with glee.
To live life, perhaps with me.
To have this angel sweep you away,
Tell you everything will be okay.
To show you the sappy ways,
To make you smile for days.
Just give me a chance i promise,
You'll never go walking about amiss.
Ill hold you close and tight,
Make your darkness turn to light,
Tell you your a princess and deserve the best,
Go ahead put me through any test.
Just open your eyes you'll see,
That you and me may just be.
This angel will save the Phoenix,
Ill pull you out of the ashes,
Set your heart free once again,
Let you live life not in suspend.
Give you a reason to say amen,
I just want you to laugh with me,
I just want you to see.
That your amazing baby,
Don't let anyone steer you wrong,
Your one in a million ***.

A little turtle died one morning --
No bigger than a quarter.
Just sank to the bottom
Of her tank full of water.

Her owners took her out
And dug her a little grave --
Said a few words,
And then dodged the rain.

It poured for hours,
Like the sky was made of the sea.
And soon enough its power
Drew the little turtle
From her muddy sleep.

She bumped along the rocks,
Then bumped along the tires;
Rode the tumbling water
To her heart's quiet desire.

When the rain finally stopped,
Her shell had cracked through.
But the sky was the sky again,
And something else was right, too.