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Before she is your wife
She is my mother
Before she is my mother
She is a sister
Before she is a sister
She is a daughter
Before she is a daughter
She is a human
And how do I live with the fact that she is just as mortal as
The rest of us
What fault did you find in me?
Why do you treat me like you don’t know me?

You made me cry with your words,
Forgetting the imagery we painted together!

I desire nothing from you,
Just remember, I still love you the same!

Whether you look at me or not,
I always follow your shadow everywhere.
One
Wrap your legs around me
And let me fade into you
Until our souls
Become one
Such sweet embrace...
Morning melody, conducted by fresh mist between woods,
Birds flying around, seeking their needs for the day.

Afternoon begins, and everything slows,
Time ticks reluctantly, whispering,
"Not time to rest yet."

Night falls; everything turns blind,
Yet bats, they know the time to shine—
Even without light, they see.

A day spent so simple, so wonderful—
My tears shouldn’t appear,
If only my heart couldn’t sense
The painful demands of more.

One day, oh one day...
When the time comes and my tears can no longer fall,
I will fly and sing amidst the morning mist
Or beneath the moonlight’s kiss,
Freeing my heart from the burden
Of being human.
My tears make ink never turn dry.
Talk straight,
Or you will not hear.
Walk straight,
Or you go to jail.

at best
Black dreams

Never scared me.

Kubin's mystical dreams mean nothing.
We couldn’t survive
each to the other
We couldn’t let go
to live
We couldn’t give
without retaking
We couldn’t express
what we felt
We couldn’t stay quiet
when being together
We couldn’t come back
from the past
We couldn’t forgive
what time had rescinded
We couldn’t remember
— to forget

(Woodstock: Summer, 1969)
I need to remember,
what mama said,
to live peacefully,
A cold peaceful breeze,
as good as I have the fan relieve.
I'll keep it on me, blowing,
As I continue to breathe.

I won't shiver under sheets.
No one listens
when you talk
in black and white
Only when
you color
the conversation
can you get them
to think twice
Black or White
they fight back
Turn to color
sweeten truth
Make it smell better
they hear only
what they want
Their minds
have become
untouchable
There is only
Silence
now
in the black
and white
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