These are writers hands of mine
thinking in verse and prose
trying to convey my heart to my head
and make sense of it all
they feel the vibrations
of the surrounding
they move like the crow and swallow
rapid
always watching with wisps and twarts
dancing in the sunlight and rain alike
half and half they are
my duality
or practicality and lust
callused and worn
they have been and will be with time
as it whisks me away
age may creek into my bones
the creases may sink
and veins raise
but they will remain to move the same
they are my expression
for often my voice refuses to work
my writing words are able to stay between
while my heart may wander
and my head become frustrated and stuck
perhaps they will be my wisdom
perhaps they will become my eyes
to see every day anew
to smell the flowers
and ignore the hours as they will pass all the same

Have you ever been somewhere
You can't return
Ever left your heart somewhere behind you
Even just by accident
And you can't gain the entire thing back
Can't apologize
Can't thank
But all you miss is the flame
And the way matches felt on your fingertips

The madness is gone
Suffocated and buried
In layers of linen
Wrapped so tight, keeping me warm
Stepped into a new time
A dimension without recognition
Where I am the only stranger
Running from the past
Where I was unfamiliar in the mirror
And known by everyone
I feel my chaos
Pounding in my chest
Spreading through limb to limb
Trying to find anyway out
What I have hidden from
The things I miss the most
Too intertwined to distinguish
I have to focus on his face
But when I am unguarded
I feel him wrap around me
Whispering gifts and sorrows back to an old soul
No one may bring me liberation or chains
These confines are ones that I have created with my own blind hands
I will re-learn to sing my own lullabies

If only things were simple
You and I
Worlds rotating around would make so much more sense
If the people who are rotating around us were whole
But since we live on an egotistical planet
And everything we see is only a reflection of ourselves
What broken wretches we remain.
Oh my dear
If only things were simple
Hate, pain and loss would dissipate
And there would be no greener grass
No fence at all
Because my dear,
If things were simple
There would be no need for change
Hope would not exist
And we would graze where we were told along with the rest of the sheep
Oh my darling,
If only things were simple
There would be no gilt
No adventure
No regret
No mistakes
No lies
No lust
No life
I believe there is some truth to this egotistical world of ours
In a land of oposites
We are never content with comfort
And are able to keep our souls
You and I my dear
If only things were simple
We would be suffocating in the mundane

Rain dance
We all sing to the sky
Dancing and twirling to the ever present moon light
"Bring the thunder! Bring the clouds!"
Pulsing louder and louder even the children cry
Within these nations
Separate but souls united
One can have to many days of the sun
"Brother raven"
she whispers
"Please bring word to above
"Our crops are dying
"Our souls are thirsty
"And our rivers thin
"Please, Oh Tlaloc,
"Cleanse us of our sin"
Prayers danced through the night

Do you see it out there?
This other fate
Coming in like a whorl-wind
Into our created comfort
Head long into our cross-eyed sight
We will soon be joined by moths
Lost within a great winged pattern again
Not needing to search for the way out furthermore
But swept up off our feet all the same
Do you see it out there, my love?
Will you not meet it head on beside me?

This madness of mine, thickens by the hour
Still so in love with you,
And yet, so ready to break free
In hopes that I can see this world with new eyes
And return some peace to my mind