hahaha
laughing is good for you
hahaha
did you know your body
will not tell the difference
between fake laughter
and the real
hahaha
did you know your heart
will not tell the difference
between fake attraction
and the real
deal
hahaha

did you know -
crying is good for you
too
hahaha*

(what a relief)

like so many frogs
we croak our choruses
     of regret...

   in           and           out
          and        in       and        out
and          in       and          out   
           of                breath

still
our paper bags
these pent up lungs
are filled again with memories
that never quite escape
two cages
(x - ray prisons)
holding captive still
                    these hearts -

like so many yawns
what sweet relief
to now expel
such weary air:

            *This, My Conscience:

she swept in the sea with a glance
stirred up the sand with a dance
and shells were her nails
bright hair, unfurled sails
to carry herself on the wind

..
  It's the
      Why's?
            That Make the
                  Wise Wise
                         ..

If you ever kissed me
I would ask you to open your eyes
I would like you to see me clearly
To know the face you'd compromise

Without a second thought
Your lips would brand me yours
And, smoldering & burning
My nerve endings would blaze and burn

Your eyes would be warm fire
and melt Emotion's gold
sweetly dipped in my desire
sweetly icing, bracing cold

And gold is softly melted
I would melt into your arms
and in a timeless statuette
we would be ONE -
[Don't you know?]

It's hard to separate
           Siamese Hearts

- and one may be left bleeding

just today

      don't believe me
  
dare to doubt me
        
     ask for evidence

 for still there's only guilt

    in pleading

        "Innocent"
          

...
           I long to be
                 seen through
                                               ...

I think I loved you out of my life.
Out of existence.

*The shadow stayed, though.

my fluorescent lamp
quivers, trembles - uncertain
of her timid light

a misery
is sort of like
a scar

you trace
it every so often
to see
if it is still
there

and when
it reassures you
that you have not
moved on

you are relieved
for that one
moment
you can
stay there

Eternity is set inside of us
a cavern only filled with perfect love
you've always dreamed to live
for something greater

Ask and you will receive
Seek and you will find
Call upon the Lord
He is near and faithful

In the Joy of Endless peace
God fills me to tears
of beauty and blessing
In His presence I am filled

with wonder
this transformation
shining from within
the sun explodes inside
with perfect love

This... is what I live for

'bf'
no
longer
stands
for
best
friend
.
.
.

Please select an answer:

Am I...

a) a complete contradiction

b) temporarily satisfied all because of
     cheap amusement

c) beautifully disillusioned

d) all of the above

I am the girl
taught by autumn
entranced by leaves

as I wonder
how these dying
are so beautiful

I am the girl
taught by strangers
intrigued by eyes

as I wonder
how these beautiful
can be dying

underneath

Lying just beneath the surface
Breathing without movement
Waiting for discovery
The life that lies within

Teach her not feminism
but femininity

for as she finds herself
only then,
rapt in purpose

she will know
what is worth fighting for

I assumed your better nature

As big as I see it

it's not as big as You -

You chose to see

through my eyes -

I choose to look at You..

if you're sleeping
then dream sweet

if you're thinking
then think of me

if you're confused
*i think I know why...

~
again i trade my sleep

for words

that wake my spirit

and make me soar

but never keep

my eyes

opened in class
~

sometimes silence
is the best
reply,
answer,
company.

I have never hugged you
Properly
Because to be properly
Safe
I didn't think I could let you go
And I don’t want to
Attach myself
So prematurely
To fleeting
Feelings
And lose myself
In the translation
From now
To ever

my eyes are dry
i can't complain
salt water never quenched
my thirsting anyway

The night begs attention
silent, bold
unafraid of stillness
unafraid to hold
the fierceness,
fragility of breath
the finity of death
& behold her blackness,
the darkness,
and in the void to rest
to wait for what is left
and for the sun.

heart to mind
these conversations
hardest kind

head to heart
lost in translation
speaking blind

soul to God
these conversations
yours and mine

hmmm.
worked like a charm.

You: are my greatest anticipation [you smile]

You: seem to make the sun shine brighter

                                    ..YOU.

You: are the frequent flyer through my thoughts

You: attend my words with care, and i feel heard by
  
                                    ..YOU.

You: will never know how i see this

You: may feel but not know how i feel but

                                    ..YOU.

You - are my greatest contradiction

                        *When I play deaf to Wisdom's ear

A boyish grin in your branches
you climb into the sky
with fingertips on tree-bark
to its shoulders, through its eyes
on red-gum scribbles
wooden heights

Barefoot, scamper upward
earth in your lungs
breathe deeply, and feel
the roots in your chest
as web-woven shadows
teeter along

Oh build your castle there
and champion truth
with that sun-blonde hair
in the sky of sea, adrift in the light
on cotton-white tides

As fifty-two birds fly
like cards, dealt ever upward
on skyscape velveteen
in their paper-skins, like you
take flight, take flight
with your hearts and your diamonds,

red as the land

below

I beat myself up for hurting
Decide not to procrastinate
And decide to implement that
Wonderful decision later

Later
when my pen is dry
And my eyes
Fall out of my head
To watch my self-inflicted
Demise.

Another day
another penny earned

Another mistake
another lesson learned

Another attraction
another head turned

Another spark
     saw
another fire burned

Carry me forwards,
Carry me backwards
Carry me over
Carry me somewhere
Anywhere
Just don’t leave me where I am
I can’t carry on
Here.
Alone.
Again.

the who's who's
the ties and suits
the black and white
the stripes, the sleuths
the egocentric
tall, concentric
parts of us parade
eccentric
through the cities
in the minds
we make ourselves,
for only ourselves
on streets we walk alone,
in need of truth.

You're right here
So how can I
Still miss you?