Hundreds of faces
Familiar and not
Hundreds of voices
and millions of thoughts

Busy and loud
And loud and busy
Lost and confused
And nauseous and dizzy

Laughter and tears
Sunset and sunrise
Tears from laughter
And tears from cries

It never ends
Or so they say
*******, I hope
It'll end someday.

The old man waits there
For something he cannot see
Years have gone by
As he waits for it to be

He wonders why
He wonders when
Why didn't it happen
Right there and then

He looks within himself
He searches deep within
No answers found
Nowhere to begin

Lost within his mind
Trapped inside
Her voice calls out to him
I'm right by your side

I live every day
afraid of tomorrow
I live this life
It's something you can't borrow

You steel my mind
You steel my heart
I won't ever
Let us part

You my love
Are the air I breathe
You are the one
I won't leave

But you don't want
You don't seem to need
I'm thrown down
And left to bleed

My heart taken
Cut in two
This love I had
Was for you

You don't love me
But you don't say no
I'm stuck here now
Where the **** do I go

Cut me up
Leave me here
Not even the devil
Can make me fear

I thought it was
Seems its not
Lived this lie
Lost my spot

Now I drift
All alone
Cut to bits
With no home

I sit and bleed
All this pain
I sit and think
What did I gain

If I learnt anything
It was never to fall
Once you're gone
You lose it all

Criss-cross the stars,
and call it a night.
If it feels right,
then do it again.

In the green fields,
where the sun shines bright,
we lose track of time,
and play pretend.

When there's no where to go,
and we have no home,
we know She will be there.

When we lose our minds,
and our brothers die,
we know Mother Nature will be there.

Atop the hills,
of tall green grass,
our memories last,
forever, for now.

Time ticks on,
ticking so fast,
making present past,
so long.

When there's no where to go,
and we have no home,
we know She will be there.

When we lose our minds,
and our brothers die,
we know Mother Nature will be there.

I was looking at your chest x rays on the lighted wall

Your straight spine centered behind your rounded ribcage
Looks like busted churchgates
from all the times you let your ghosts go

And there are bees buzzing in your shoulders only
you aren't cold this time

So much faith in what I do with words
Willing to love me like a half written gospel
we are filling in as we go

And I want to write us poetry
like the first man was asked to play the first piano

Come
dance with me to my deathbed

I am afraid
That one day I might kiss you
like a deaf stethoscope
that no longer hears your heart

That this language will grow stale
Along with your faith in me

but my knees
are riverbeds for prayer

And I carry my chest heavy like a library
full of books that hate the silence

You should know that
being a poet is more than just a choice

and maybe my body is like a library
but when I pray to you
I'll never use my inside voice

Just like I know that god used nails
to make the iron in your blood stream

That you'll be strong even when you're old
and even then
I still want you to believe in me

When we are like trains that no longer run the tracks
when we've fully mapped the topography of our bodies

But some days
our engine chests come back

and I write a poem about you that is new

And you listen
To my huff and rumble
you lift your tea and saucer with shaking hands
I close my eyes
and hear our train coming