Your spring past by so quickly,
Turning into autumn in a blink of eyes.
Winter brought us near,
I saw a stranger in your eyes.
Not a pair of warm and gentle eyes,
But a pair of ice cold eyes,
That gave my heart a chill...
Your summer never came near,
Gone in the pieces of hearts...

On borrowed time,
On wings of fate
We live and die,
We love and hate.

We fly above
Some magic lands,
Albeit briefly,
Hand in hand.

We pass our wisdom,
Days go by…
Our time is up.
We live to die.

There is way, way to much confusion,
I can't get my head straight,
is this just another illusion,
I think it's getting late,
you know we talked about this before,
talked about curbing our emotions,
or did you forget,
I must admit
I can't get you out of my mind
I can't get you out of my mind
  
isn't this, isn't this September
I can hardly wait,
I hope, hope that you remember,
it's been a year since our first date,
we walked along underneath the moonlight,
holding hands, wishing on a star,
I won't say won't,
I'm hoping you don't
I can't get you out of my mind
I can't get you out of my mind

Birdman - March 2005

When people bound you down,
when things look dull,
when your face is devoid of laughter,
kick some ***
dance your *** off.
dance and sing..
sing and dance your soul out..
dance like it is your life..
dance like your soul is hooked to it..

**

when people tell you
that it can't be done..
show them the finger and
tell them they you can kick some ***.
may be you ill fail..
may be you will fall..
but tthat moment when you kick
the society in the face...
that's the moment...


Listen to music this world has given to you..
Listen to the energy inside you.
Listen to what it is saying..
listen to Queen..
listen to Beethoven..
listen to Macklemore...
inspire yourself..
inspire from the creative energy
creative energy of these creative souls..
kick some ***...
Seriously.
Nobody has the power to bring you down.
Nobody.Nothing.Not even time.
Not even God.
Not your parents..
Not the ******* society..

did you know
after you spend the night
i don't change my sheets
for at least a week
until they don't smell like you
& i'm just left with a ***** bed
it's just that touching you
feels so rare sometimes
i want your hands grabbing my hair sometimes
did you know
i've read about 109 books in my life
some nights the pages would hold me
when someone told me
you were dating somebody new
i tell myself "they don't get it-
your sparks aren't like shooting stars
'cause they say shooting stars are dying
and you are so alive"
but, they probably do
it's okay though
because your smile is the sweetest library
i've ever seen
& all i wanna do is kiss your volumes
till i can recite the shape of your eyes
from memory
don't you know, i'd be so well-read
lying here
in my
*****
bed.

In our modern
Quantum knowing
entanglement claims
the one reality..
Alas if all
is so entangled
some might say:
These are weeds
much overgrown..
To our rescue
Are two grounds
Fore and Back
new clarity arrives
finds the reality
Beauty deserves...

I have come to the temple
Of your body.  I kneel and prey
Like a sinner.  The holy water
Beads low on your forbidden
Tabernacle, sears my touch
In cleansing flame, what I do
And what will be done is all
For unrepentant confessions
And penances.  Let me truly
Learn the sacraments of flesh
Before I bathe in your wicked
Innocence and commit my sin
At being mortal in your nimbus
Chambers, let the mercies rain
After the fall of my fellowing
Creature, for this night is blood
Sabbath, and sacrilege under
A Pagan moon and let the dawn
In the rising sun of mute morning
Be my absolution, our benediction,
Let the moving waters enfold us,
Pure as lambs, as washed babes,
Baptismal.