i met a man upon the road
who carried his mind in a thicket of thorns
bluejays nesting in his thoughts had built it
one thorny troubled thought at a time
untill he staggered as he walked from the weight
of this contraption of the mind
like a drunkard in the backstreets of seaside town
he would sit by the small cafe or coffee house
and sing for young lovers such songs as ballads of old
or ones from folk singers and childhoods fancy
bright songs of good cheer

at the end of the long summer day
as the cafe and coffee shop would shutter their doors
he would gather his coin
and bid the day fare thee well
would climb slowly the flower strewn hill
sit under the great oak tree
and prune his thicket of a mind
with pinking shears and a hacksaw
with a farmer's plow and the beekeepers glove

a thousand fold bluebirds moving as one
with a terrible sound of wings upon the air
a soft beating of wings like a hearts dry thunder
each carrying a twig to add to his thorny thicket
which was now larger than the man himself
he would wrestle with it all the long night
till sleep overtook him there under the great oak tree

so he lingered here by the sea for years
at the whims of romance by lovers in the coffee house by daylight
and the light of the moon that lead him to dance
in a maiden hayfield at night
he would sing ballads to the star light
and to the wisps of clouds flying the night sky

they buried him with his thicket of thorns
at the top of the hill
below the stars that weep even now
he asked me why once
why none helped him be free of his thicket of thorns
why not one took pity and took his hand to at least comfort
and i told him that the world had
in bluebirds that kept him company
in coffee houses that loved his songs
in me that came to know him at long last
not as a man with a thicket of thorns
but as an empire of bluebirds playing in the skies
just at dawns first light

Teach me how to love.**
it seems like my heart got frozen,
unable to recall how to.
it’s been ages
since I last loved someone.
someone who failed me;
someone who just let me down.

      Teach me how to believe again
forever, dreams and wishes.
I know I used to believe in such.
until someone came
and slap me with bitter reality.
what a chaotic world we live in.
seems like happiness
only exist in movies,
books and fairy tales.

      Teach me how to be sweet.
I know I always appear cold and heartless.
it’s not that I’m happy hurting others
through the way I treat them.
it’s not my intention, it never was.
but I can’t help it,
I don’t want to show that I care,
I don’t want to exert much effort.
I feel like it’s just a waste of time.

      Teach me how to live.
everyday I woke up
not knowing why do I still do.
I exist, I am surviving daily,
but I’m not living.
I feel so lifeless.
a walking and breathing corpse.
why am I still alive?
to whom do I breathe for?

teach me how to trust,
how to care, how to comfort
teach me how to be me.
I never thought someone could destroy me this much,
without even me noticing it.
I wonder if I could afford letting love in again,
if I could let someone enter my life again.
I’m wrapped with too much fear.
too afraid that history might repeat itself
— or maybe even worse.