Even with the departure of a defeated winter.
Spring's backstage feeling very conceited.
Bare branches still bend in their naked contortion.
With blatant desire for lush summer leaves fortune.
The trees whispered their longing
telepathically to the breeze.
The stream was a mysterious gold, green & brown.
Translucent was the elder boulder ground.
The drapes of hemlock need no announcing sound.
Below rock bottom, is a hardly reached equation.
A survival where peace is the eternal sum.
The secret stream will restore your inner gleam.

Let's talk
Soult to Soul
Beyond the lips
Over the eyes
After the touches
Without the beliefs
Only with a soul
I walked into you
Gave you my soul
Saw your purity
And your shadow
You feel free now
I feel like you too
We will never see
Eye to eye down
I left you cause I knew
You left me to let me know

you came to me in a dream
where I saw you unraveling
piece by piece
a ball of string

till you got to the core
and found it empty
save for a tiny sign
on which was painted

four little words
YOU ARE NOT HERE
and we both had a good laugh
over that

but then you pulled out
your map to nowhere
and pointed to a spot a city
called Futility

and you asked me
if I would take you there
and you offered me a daisy
plucked petal-free

you told me that the petals
didn't have anything to say
worth hearing
so you ate them

but the evidence
you tried to hide
is now a part of you
gloriously incongruously

so the dog and pony show was cute
till the pony got too old
and had to be led
to the slaughterhouse

where the dog that once
rode her in the show
now had to be the one
to pull the trigger

put it out of its misery
but then the dog
put the gun to his own head
and took himself out of the game

so he could join the pony
so they could be together
and make the children laugh again
for another show

i cant even lie I was going to **** myself last night
You pulled me from my head and made everything all right.
You made my life make sense, put everything in line,
I laid back down again, everything seemed fine.

today I went through motions, tired and devoid of emotions
my brain was wrongly wired, it was you that i admired.
I wish you could've helped me
I wish you had known.
set my stupid mind free, all my worries flown.

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

Bullace
hedge haematoma
blue-black against the fading,
once young green,
bruising for sharp winter thoughts,
clean frost lines,
untouched snow-blank focus

but before, to swell and drop
in the last pale suns,
feed the field mouse, rabbit
and endure the muds

I have my heart set
On topaz tinted clouds
Resting on a bed of pink rose retals

Nothing will stop me from reach them
Nothing

I'm not done
I'm not done
I'm not done

I crawl underneath the bed to cry in solitude
Even though I've been here alone
Four months straight
And I sleep levitating five feet above myself
Because I can feel your weight in my bed
I bet there is still a mark on your bedroom's floor
Where I laid and succumbed to the charms of death
When you told me, when you told me...
Yet for you it is a chunk of wood
No different from your desk or the cross on the wall
No chalk, no tape, no monument
Is it wrong to wonder if you'd cry at my funeral?
Or what kind of flowers would you bring?
I wish I could wander
The doors are open
But there is no getting out
I'm the architect of my own cage
And I still don't manage to escape