We sculpt clay into the things
we cannot force our bodies into
we string the alphabet
into stories we are afraid to live
we paint with colors we cannot see
and we ignore the music
inside the beat of our hearts

as we forget what it means to live
we muse on what was
once beautiful about being alive
and forget our thoughts
as we stare emptily to the sky

and the night swallows the day
and the day murders the night
and prayers become graveyards
for dead gods
and our beds become coffins
for dreams

round and round the clay
of the earth spins
and slips through our fingers
as time is something we waste
and our reflection
is a ghost of once was
and what could be

if we could only remember
who we were before
we became prisoners inside
our own minds and found shame
in the shape of our flesh

before we needed the alphabet
to speak of love
and metaphors to hide behind
and fairy tales to mend our wounds

back when the music
inside the beat of our hearts
was all we needed
to know that we were beautiful

The palm of your hand gently kisses my face
The soft creases of your lips put my life back into place
Your loving heart so deep in my own
Dearest of friends yet so long alone
You always meant the world to me
So why now and not then do I see
All of these words
These feelings for You and if only a little sooner I knew
That all along the one who I loved was none other than You.

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

Let the rain fall slowly on me so I can catch it in my hands,
on my face and into my mouth.
Let me drink it in like no other.
It is the rain, it is me.

Watching the rain in slow motion is like watching the best parts of life wash over you. Savor it. I just want to be in it.
In all kinds; the slow magical rain like a romance, fast and hard like the way my heart hammers at times, all at once and over so quickly just like a love known to some.