We came here to laugh and cry
and hold ourselves.
Hold ourselves to ourselves so we
can see ourselves.
We came here to sleep a deep, sleep and get
away from ourselves.
We came here to eat and dream; dream
about ourselves.
We didn't come "here;" we
came to ourselves.

We came here to cry.
Those long nights where no one
cares or drops by.

We came here to laugh
until tears run down our face.
We wanna cry.

We came here to say goodbye.
Say goodbye to ourselves;
our "old" selves.

The new you shines like a suit of white armor.
For the low, low price of the rest of your
life. OH!

We just wanna be ourselves.

Hug, kiss and stroke ourselves.
We were born this way.
We were bred this way.
We like how it tastes.

We came here because we know it all.
Show it all to ourselves;
Show it off to everyone else.

But we are mature.
We are not children anymore.
We came here to grow up on ourselves.

But these floors are all wet. (CAUTION!)
We should watch the signs; study the signs.
We came here to wreck ourselves.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
The bright, white visage has faded to grey,
as seen on T.V. sigh

We always were ourselves.

That's why we came...
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here

Ugh...I need to pull myself together,
but it feels good to be apart.
It feels good to be scattered wherever.

There is no surprise with a broken heart.
You judge, but this is all I know.
I know how to move with no working parts.

Jeez Louise, we could be
everything we mean to be,
or seem to be. I need to be
here with you and you with me.

Please Louise, you're leaving me,
you don't know what you mean to me,
or bring to me. I dream to be
all alone with you and me, just we.

These Louise! These fleeting things
always manage to cling to me,
so deep in me. And it hurts to see
you float about so free, no care for me.

Leave Louise...Please stop teasing me.
I wish you could take this history
and misery. Now I seem to see
the things that turned I to we turned
we to me. Just me.

Gouge out my eyes and eat them.
Drink my brains like thick stew.
My fingers taste like gum-drops.
Is the sky really all that blue?

If you want my intestines,
gnaw on my sternum first.
My heart is the crisp center.
Did the chicken or the egg come first?

My toenails are made of peanuts.
My elbows are crispy and thin.
My ribs are perfectly seasoned.
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

You chew and swallow up people.
They rarely put up a fight.
But rainbows, clouds, and planets?
You can't eat the whole sky.

(No, you can't eat the whole sky.)

I'm here again - with the pen,
and I find myself here now and then.

Sooner or later; it's pen, it's paper,
it's pages, it's lines, it's rhymes again.
-It's about that time again.

Once in a blue moon I'll find a friend,
but it often ends much too soon.
-At least to me it seems too soon.

I almost thought I could see through the fog,
Me and this pen like two peas in a pod.

The wind in the trees,
the wind in the leaves,
the wind and the breeze...

inhale

The wind in me,
the wind in my sleep,
the wind in my heartbeat...

exhale

The wind on the beach,
the wind on the sea,
the wind on kite strings...

inhale

The wind in me...

exhale

The wind and the breeze...

inhale

The wind in me...

I looked up...
and it was already Wednesday.
These hours trickle into days.
These days drip into weeks.
These weeks pour into years,
and these years flow right along.

Life is long when your conscience of the seconds,
but oh so short when you reflect on the years.
And even when my end draws near,
I still want to remember the time I spent here;
     -The life I spent here.

Quietly contemplating upcoming quests,
I don't want to miss a single detail.
Missing millions of minor milestones,
that would literally be hell;
     -and everything that word entails.

I looked up...
and it was already Wednesday,
so I'm never looking down again.
Because if I take my eyes off the sky,
I may look up and it be the end.