i remember,
it was always like
that between me and
you

Nothing left but
the timid
spirit that hides
in
the black corner.

The snow falls and
everything stills.
Though it's so sad the sun's gone
So you look up
at the sky and
suddenly
everything is new
and you're somewhere else

Someone else
falling from the sky is

London

Paris

New York City

San Francisco

Places where things happen and
fog looms and
the air is filled with
pulsing
life and
music.

Where you breath
fire and ice
at last
where the streets are running with ink
and words flow and sing
where poetry rains from the crying clouds
and
everything is alive

How sad the wind howls tonight,
how lonely.
It calls to my waiting ears through the window.
How long must I wait for the time to come
and how far must I go?
Does it call to you?

How long must my feet tread,
how long on this path should I head,
how long must I await the call,
for how long on my knees must I crawl?

Does it call to you,
for how long does it call to you?

How long until I’ve gone mad,
how long ‘til I hear the bell?
I have heard a swan’s song through the mist,
and how long will I be missed?
Do you hear my song?
Will you answer when I call?

How far it is until this path ends,
how far until this road fails?
How long have you heard its song?
And how long did you ring the bell?
Do you hear the ringing bell?
How long will it trill?

How long ‘til journeys end?
How long will you be my friend?
Why does the wind call to me,
And for how long must I wail?
Does the wind call for you?
Does it sound lonely?

where
is the line between love
and hate
please will you draw
it over with
a golden pen

who

w h o

who are

w h o  a r e  

who are you

w h o  a r e   y o u

It’s time
It’s time
It’s time.


What am I going to do?

love
love is a fire
i keep my hand in the flame
while it licks my fingers

i enjoy the pain
even while i burn

not even the dirt can douse it
rather
it feeds the animal and lets it go higher

love is not cage rather like the sand.
slipping through my fingers
as i clutch it harder

Sometimes you can erase your life
Easy as tearing up old pages from a diary.

At first it might resist, but it eventually tears
Suddenly you’re free.
Hidden from yourself, once again

Easy as that and thrown away
Discarded into the bin.

You didn’t want anyone to see it.
To see you.

And now they won’t.

Later, you may think about those pages
Scenes from your life now lost
Thrown into the ******* trash
Like they didn’t matter.

You wonder what was on them
Were they really that bad?
Did you need to throw yourself away?
But you’re gone now, only vaguely remembered years past.

Why did you do that?
Why were you so afraid,
Why did you hate you so much
Why were those thick bundles of desperately blacked-out words
So wrong and so easy to throw out?
Taken out on trash day
Never to be seen again.

Maybe it was easy to throw away
But never easy to remember
Or forget.

Maybe it was hard to rip up
To tear your memories from your head
Took all your strength, your force, your everything.
But was it?

Shouldn’t it be harder to throw yourself away?

I remember it now
Coming back to me after a small lifetime of years.

In the schoolyard after class.
A sparkle in the corner of my eye,
So shiny.

A broken bottle
A shard of glass
So pretty
I picked it up

Will anybody notice?
Will anybody see?

Nobody noticed.

Jealous of a classmates bandage
Their war wound, scarred while living life
Having fun.

Squeezing the glass until it breaks the skin
Red
Red red red
Blood blooming blossoming so beautiful

But it hurts so bad.

Why was I jealous of blood?

I have more now anyway,
My own scar from living life.

the voices inside
my head told me to love
you

Ayo
What the **** is going on?
I really don’t know anymore...