I feel empty
I'm self aware
Without a self
Like static noise
Instead of heart beats
It's like when a little girl
Is told for the first time
That you can hear the ocean singing
From inside a sand-coated conch shell
But when she presses it to her ear
It's just a pale echo inside
Not a melodic ocean heartbeat
Just an empty ringing
I suppose that's what people think of me
They expect i'll be a sweet song
Only to be let down
Because I'm just background noise

dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean

crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown

overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs

nobody feels responsible

not  those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees

not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed

not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close

nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics

it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough

those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
      quite suddenly
lose their homes

forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers

Again I can't sleep
Again I can't stop thinking about that night
Again I can't wake up without remember your smile
Again I can't look at sky without remember your eyes  
Again I can't

The older I get
The crazier I get.
I like the word crazy
Because I'm a crazy old coot.

I miss your kiss
scalding the valley of
my skin with your lips,
cooling it after your
tongue glaze them.

kiss me once again
like you used to do...

Do you remember that night?
Not that night,
but the night where everything was
simple,
peaceful.

We layed on the trampoline,
it was around 30 degrees outside.

I was cuddled into your side,
your body is always warm.

We stared at the stars.
I can't tell you for how long,
but it felt infinate,
neverending.

Jupiter peaked through an abundance of trees,
you pointed and asked
what planet that was.

I told you of my favorite constellation
and showed you.

Do you remember my favorite
constellation?

More importantly,
do you even remember that night?