The days and the nights, just a blur
The days and the nights
Just a blur
You thought there was more to us
You ask why
You ask
Why
I can't reply
But baby please
But baby
Please
Don't leave me tonight
One little storm can't put out this light
One little storm
Can't put out this light
I tell myself, this will be the last time
But time after time we find ourselves here
But time after time
We find ourselves here
Who's to blame
When the storm rains on us it pours
When the storm rains on us
It pours
Don't pretend to have no shame
The rain is relentless these days
The rain is relentless
These days
I hope that we can see this through
You and I
You
And I
We both know
One more storm like this
One more storm
Like this
Will be the end of it

☁️

it goes beyond just getting rid of things,
it's a way of life.
it means no unnecessary action.
imagined if you lived in your home by yourself
and you only did literally the things that needed to be done,
no extra stuff. no excess action.

that is minimalism.

the key is to be able to do that
when there's other people around.
the key is to be able to recognize
what's just filler and bull
and what is actually the meat of life,
because most of it is just
nonsense that gets in the way
of the important stuff.

but
it comes
from a perspective shift.
it's about seeing that
wealth is futile
and self preservation is futile
and that really the only purpose
to any of this ****
is to help others.
that is the only thing that means anything: helping others.

think about it...
why even live a long life?
why preserve yourself?
of what purpose is any of this?

we are only beneficial
when we are of use to each other.

we are of no use to ourselves.

you and I,
like communism,
have only been an idea
never a practice
because the ideas of both communism and us
are too perfect to exist.

She used to move like frivolous poppies
dancing in the wind,
the comatose air around her; electrified

pigtails flailed around her face,
fat ample cheeks kissed with scarlet
fingernails smeared with dirt from the earth

as she hummed the lullaby of her dear mother’s;
and like every daft innocent child,
dreamed of an unblemished future.

Soon,
time crumbled into ash and slipped through her hands
soiled with foul dismal black and decomposed flesh

pigtails now hung like stilts
moulding down hunched back,
fat cheeks stained with melted salt

my ‘unblemished future’ now illuminated
with dying glow worms in jam jars;
corset hands tightened, leaving a dull ache in my throat
what I’d give to be her again

OUR motion on the soft still misty river
Is like rest; and like the hours of doom
That rise and follow one another ever,
Ghosts of sleeping battle-cruisers loom
And languish quickly in the liquid gloom.

From watching them your eyes in tears are gleaming,
And your heart is still; and like a sound
In silence is your stillness in the streaming
Of light-whispered laughter all around,
Where happy passengers are homeward bound.

Their sunny journey is in safety ending,
But for you no journey has an end.
The tears that to your eyes their light are lending
Shine in softness to no waiting friend;
Beyond the search of any eye they tend.

There is no nest for the unresting fever
Of your passion, yearning, hungry-veined;
There is no rest nor blessedness forever
That can clasp you, quivering and pained,
Whose eyes burn ever to the Unattained.

Like time, and like the river's fateful flowing,
Flowing though the ship has come to rest,
Your love is passing through the mist and going,
Going infinitely from your breast,
Surpassing time on its immortal quest.

The ship draws softly to the place of waiting,
All flush forward with a joyful aim,
And while their hands with happy hands are mating,
Lips are laughing out a happy name--
You pause, and pass among them like a flame.

I've been dreaming lately.
Painting watercolor images on the canvas in my mind
Watching romantic movies on my eyelids
Singing in my sleep.
I dream that I confess everything to you
The way that I feel, what I truly think
And I even place my heart in your hands.
I wake up whispering "I love you".
Sometimes your forehead is resting on mine as I say it
Other times you're walking away...
The scenario continues to change,
But the result is always the same...
I continue to love you.