I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart

.

Won't you come with

Me
Little child

"

the hills are alive


""

Won't you

Come with me

Past the misery

And the pain we deny

"

We

Aren't really

Even

Here at all

)(

We try to fool

Each other

With

Tales

Of love


That really don't


Matter


•


Come away

With me
Little

One


•


To the hills


Let us live

( or die )

With some sense of

Honor


•••

We wonder if we are loved

Because

It really doesn't matter

//

It doesn't matter

Cause we're not really here at all

.

"



Tell me what it is you want to know

What it is you are trying to see

Where is it you are trying to go

Who is it you are trying to be ,,,,,,


)(

Long boat drifting toward the sea



)(

Oh oh Oh

//

Days and years and lifetimes fade

(:,)

You forgot to say Hello

So no Goodbyes do you need


;:

I LOVE YOU

is often spoken aloud

But there really is

No
Reason to believe


,,,

Cause there is nothin that

I LOVE YOU

means

.



Do not be afraid


""

Do not listen

no no

Do not listen

To anyone but the saints


""""""

Love is the power of righteousness

)(

Movin

Movin


Cross the holiness of the day

/////( •

we are

Of the Mystic


we are only

FREE !!!!!

"

Do not listen

To
Anyone

But the saints

!!!!


Love


!!!


Love !!!

The righteous power

Always

Always


.

:::


every child


:::


we wander from

Here to There

:::


Nothing is seen

Nothing is learned

Nothing is known

:::

we wander & come home

But

Home isn't there anymore

///

We wonder about that

But

Only for a while

////

In the meaninglessness

We start to feel so self - assured

//

Broken

It's the new normal

Pain (?)

???

Pain is just like love ( we say )

:::

Well

Anyway

We don't talk so much no more

.


(                                                
•                      
)






^^^

she

Comes with the dawn

//

Free men

                                ( See ! )

down from the hill                        

//

Ain't gonna stay in this world

•      •

She

Is one loving girl

Or


Someone


•

someone said

A great story

Is being written

""

( where ? )

&

( am I in it ? )

//  //

& if not ?

My god          I must be mad !!

//

Am I just

You know

Moping around

Staying outta trouble. !

Hanging out

In these tenement days

:/:

:/:

Perhaps it IS really so

Than the ONLY reality is     Here

In the streets

) (

who knows

) (

quiet
quiet

Quiet everybody please
Settle down

Everybody needs some help

To play their part

In the total life of humanity

•

come

She who was enslaved

Is now free

& I know you know her name

•

Is their a MEANING TO THE STORY

( some high moral )

Who knows

::::

But there is a perfect feeling

Of Rightfulness

"

We are so good

So loving

So caring

"""

Trying to get done

Everything we should

My craving
is a slave
to my constant
con of lack...
I seek
in the eyes
of people.

That
aren't as bleak
as
the world
happens to think they are...

I itch
to glitch
the fabric of
limit reality puts on
loving
souls.

But,
it leaves holes...



(****
ME.)



Cause I'm addicted to Love.



(SPARE ME.)



But, I don't want nothing of....

corroded cures.