My ship has sailed, but has it really?
There’s too much, too many of uncertain feelings
And the storm in the robes of a lamb

What is missed, does wet mean pleased?
Four-leaved clover, it’s over

My ship has sailed, I’m lost at sea
Or am I the sea, too large to see me..?

I wanted to care but I cared way too much
The way to nowhere, the rays you can touch
Burning bright, burning, burned over with grace

Bear with me, I’ll carry thee

You’ll be the ship
And I’ll be the waves
The waves, the waves

The protector of the commotion
Humor me, human slow as the wide oceans
Blue in the face that never gets too green
Inhuman remains hidden behind screens

Protective smoke and the mirrors
Mirrored to never get clearer

I wanted to be there, I was way too much
Getting there, got nowhere, the whole world to watch
The bright star to follow to forget starts

But bear with me, I’ll carry thee

You’ll be the ship
And I’ll be the waves
The waves, the waves

The ship, the waves, the golden shore views
The ship, the waves, the forever cruise

I wanted to care but I cared way too much
The way to nowhere, the rays you can touch
Burning bright, burning, burned over with grace

Bear with me, I’ll carry thee

You’ll be the ship
And I’ll be the waves
The waves, the waves

Bear with me, I’ll carry thee

Until you’ll be the ship
Until I’ll be the waves
Carry me always

this is a memory
I will never have
the memorable story
happening to someone where
the memory of glories
one would truly miss if their
existence, not amiss, were
to be and were all there

this is a memory
of sorts, not meant to last
the cornerstone theory
theoretically almost passed
I'd treasure such a moment
if the treasure could be found
instead, I'll bow deep down
in purgatory, safe and sound

nettle once brittle
kneels on burning snow
dandelion grove
breathing ashes bitter

an elephant-like hole in the ground
don’t look in on the strangers
eyes wide from the danger
disappeared with all the sound

a doll holding a hand
hands sleeping in, tight
in their hold, no fight
just dance with the twirling sand

nettle once brittle
kneels on empty plane
once nest’s now a grave
full of ashes bitter

I woke up repeatedly
and twice
I was dead

so how are these being written
if the life conditions
have not been met?

can the Death be sleeping
lively dreaming
can Life be dead?

dreaming of life
living the death
I woke up repeatedly, yet...

the thing you learn, when a child enters your world
is pain, and suffering out of your control
also, laugh and smile for things bigger than yourself
and how you missed, needed that one thing, friend -
wet wipes…

mostly, one of the thousand uncontrollable misfortunes’ birth
the moment when the first spoon of avocado needed to end up on your shirt

cleverly unsure, slowly through it
giving me a few low-ish tones
if not too much thinking how to to do it
I find myself floating through those moans

provide more of those little gems
stopping the thinking and starting the deed
if you don’t know it, there’s a chance
that in-toning is an optional need

hum and breathe
with the shy sound of strings
groan and sheath
the strong blading of the wind
loving it all
makes you big in that small

you’re a star
a far-away star I see at night
I remember through my days
I needed a guiding light
still, even if I walk by myself
with or without pace
even if I found some help
you’re the star, my grace
watching over from that far
the far-away star I pray
will never fade away

I’ll shoot you
with a glue gun
the velcroed soul to die cast me
I’ll shoot you
to make you one
half-person with half monster to be fine

a monsoon, dewdrops, washed over a lightning bug
fires fly over
the sour plums with icrecreamfries and smokedcheeserice
I’ll eat you, brother, to hold you in my ice
melt me with your hug

redeem the will
to be and still
to love and ill
squeezed in the undersized
and lost in the odd squares of skin
grinding, grinding the holy bill
before grinded by God’s mill

shame to go and not alone
shame to stay and be alone
so go and stay and be and not
shame alone, shame alone

unimportant to make somebody feel bad
unimportant to even feel that sad
I am, I’ll be, I always was,
I just didn't realize that I’m so close

un-importing the way to live
thinking of better ways to give
I wanted, and I always tried
with those wings too small to fly

so important to realize my own
unimportance of finding one’s own home
un-import all of my basic needs
to see the bigger picture, plant the seeds

import the unimportant in my soul
make me remember to forget all life’s goals
life’s hard and complicated, no?
things worth something tend to be so

the me in red
misses those cheeks
the breaths too deep
and the sweat

the me in red
shivers in need
shaking, can’t breathe
needing to forget

the me in red
the me of all trades
that me’s smiling face
is that me dead?

Kelsey O’nara
a girl with eyes so green
you find yourself lost in that what could seem
like the green pastures of forever to hold

just say, say her name to call her again
say, say: O’nara, my dearest friend

Kelsey O’nara
a girl of thousand faces
you need to caress her to know how the changes
go through to get, get you through

just say, say her name to learn a few new ways
say, say: O’nara, I loved and I’ll love those days

Kelsey O’nara
a girl of the purest smiles
you’ll want to smile back for her to know that you tried
finding yourself grown over by a warm hug

just say, say her name to feel the calm, calm happy
say, say: O’nara, yourself I just might need

Kelsey O’nara
a girl of the last goodbyes
you don’t know how to say or how to make last
you try anyway since the future is to pass

so say, say her name with a one last bow
say, say: O’nara, take my hand, and let’s go

take my hand, and let’s go

it’s waiting
just like us
waiting to be saved
from the world’s lust

and we did
all those joys
remember the deed
each of all our toys

the souvenirs
we carry
waking our dreams
slumbers deeply buried

on the way
we could’ve
forgotten the lists
forgotten we should’ve

now we don’t
we did but
we don’t

my
dearest son
did you know
I come undone
without
your small hand
closed in mine
forever and

and I’ll
always love you
and always pray
for your health
I’m sure
I’ll always love you
and forever stay
in your chest

my
daughter missed
did you know
I never did
forget your
sweet sweet smile
that never came
to be mine

and I’ll
always love you
and always pray
for your soul
I’m sure
I’ll always love you
and forever think
of something more

and I’ll
always love you
and part of me
‘ll be always with
I know
I’ll always love you
and sorry for my
missing it

all of mine
I’ll always love you
always love you

curved, curvy in the pose
foot risen
bent in them bones
wet in layers
wet in sweat
drizzled
making the small world
bigger than bed

sitting, sleeping in the chair
a sleepy day
closing like eyelids
creating ripples
making waves
a fiddle
making the small world
little less brittle

close, closer than breath
nothing to see
breathing in dreams
heavy-handed
heavy as the planet
excited
to see the small world
getting tired

silent, silence pouring over
glueing ears shut
swimming in sea
of four-leafed clovers
four lean mes
vanishing
to see the small world
from inside out

my love, daily,
my daily bread,
falls on my
buttered-side
down daily

my love, daily
my daily dish,
pour over my
flimsy flats
for that I wish, daily

my love, daily,
my daily dial,
pick me mine
pricked up ears
the line is deaf, daily

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

awesome people are usually the broken ones
is the broken the most colorful glass?
awesome people get in the way
annoying as hell but making others say

new, strange, unexpected things
making them blushed, tingling in their cheeks
or simply inspire to do life differently
comfortable changes to curious inherently

change me by making me want to change,
awesome people, why do you live so out of range
I am closer to you than you think, however
awesomeness can be found anywhere, together

'awesome', just an awesome way to say
‘I admire you in a very special way’
‘wherever you are, a me is in there too’
‘I LOVE YOU, brave little soul - I am you’

the non-people are never sure.
they endure
in silence, or more loud
the staccato of the empty sound.
then they get full of dust,
and see
the dust dusting their ***** non-needs.
smiles and lists
getting guilty, one flees.

the non-people are never brave.
they cave
in every moment of doubt
because doubting is an activity close to the ground.
their lips would get stung
by the ants and bees and wasps;
flowery fields,
lavenders smelling so strong it’d hurt.
missing grasps
of truths so crude.

the non-people are not, no more.
they never were
just forgot to be there, where
others are humming like drops of rain.
stormy sides
but main
would be that what isn’t.
forgotten bars of an empty prison.
hum and groan
for any life is just a loan.