the flowers growing on your lips
make it hard to remember
is this a part of me or a pretender?
do I fight this or do I surrender?
I’ll see, with a kiss
from there I’ll go
ohayō, lips

no wonder there’s no wonders
the dirt that somehow shines
wandering in every other corner
the green gleaming on thorny cactus’ sides

it isn’t bad, why search for a cause to frown on
it happens just as any good thing does
who else to blame for the war if not the cannon
how else to cope - with loudness and bold cries

the wrong that isn’t negative
the thought that did not ****
the cheater righteous, ready to leave
the sickness calling for a bitter pill
this...
it positively
just
is

strangers
in me, in you, in all of them
the people we know and never can

get in
wrap our head around
cause in truth we’re all alone and mad

strangers
that we feel so dearly about
that we give ourselves a right to pout

to, chat
step in their life’s wisdom’s walk
even if it’s an empty, irrelevant talk

strangers
to you, to me, all of us, strange
unknown in the light of today’s change

so, although
you cannot see
my complex lil’ tree
isn’t so strong
how can we make the other
feel the me
_____________

Killian, bells in need
chime like the music box
singing in mist, the fox
makes a good dancing lead

Killian, love’s a deed
just like your helping is
however small in this
stories are made to read

Killian’s precious hands
hugging so slow, so hard
hug more, boy, without that
I might be losing pants

Killian, salutes three
for my three treasures lost
on such note, lovely host
****-me-and make me free