She spies the ants in bewilderment
A linear and meandering path
Undulating like a wave on a flat ocean
They are deliberate and sure

The ant spies the girl with indifference
Her path is unknown and random
Undulating in and out of reality
Her scars are deliberate and self-inflicted

The woman spies the man
His path is like the girl and the ant
Undulating like a *** of boiling water
The wounds he exacts are deep and copious

The 4th of July,
some may say,
independence day.
I don't get it,
the independent bit,
we are all reliant upon
the
corporate giant and
as such there's not much
independence.

I saw you there
Holding a precious gift -
The one I dreamed for so long
So I moved and made few steps
To be closer to you
While you smiled at me
And made a sign that
You want to give me the gift

I made another step
And another more steps
But still I can't reach you
And the gift you wanted to give me

You are there
Smiling at me
While holding the gift
And yes, I can feel it-
I can feel the air
I can feel a different breeze
While getting closer
And closer to you

I know I need more strength
And persistence
So that I can hold your gift
Someday, somehow.

O my sweet darling,
this warm flush
has taken over me,
quenched my unhappiness,
this loneliness
without you.

But if for just one moment,
it could replace
the sweet memories of you,
bring back your hot-kisses
& those times I miss with you,
I would never
get lost in the bottle,
allow it to steal my soul.

So pour me another....friend.

I can't;
think/
feel/
sleep/
eat/
breathe/

past/
since/
without/
within/

yesterday/
us/
you/
the emptiness.

I'll build a castle in the sky
It's made of clouds, it's soft and light
Up so high, no one can reach it
Up so high, away from you.