The sweet lips,
The tingy smile,
The tiny eyes,
the fair skin...
Not a baby.. but my baby..
Hard to understand..
her presence so beautiful,
Her absence so hurtful,
Her air so soothing,
Her words so moving,
Her talk so strange,
Only a few can get it..
Her speach so wonderous,
Her grip so tight,
She makes me go crazy,
She makes me go insane...
She makes me mad,
But bear no pain,
Her kiss, a weapon,
Her hug, no less..
Her warmth,
her feel,
Her skin,
Her heels,
Her fingers,
her toes,
Her touch
her, she,
irresistable,
come to me,
come to me now,
i think...
she's every where,
she's on my mind,
she's in my soul,
she's always around me,
no matter how far,
Still the distance makes me irritated,
frustrated infuriated..
waiting..
longing...
sobbing..
don't know what...
but she..
she's the one...
she's my heart,
she..
Her..
whatever you say..
but yes she...
her...
A SHE.

Silhouetted against the dark landscape of what I once knew
                                                                                                             lies a baby
                                                                                                                                 in a basket
                                                                                                                                                      with a crow

I wait
and wait
for the crow to fly
up, up and away from childish cries

but they are shadows;
a disloyal memory of my loving upbringing.

*


                                                                                                      Rooted with fear,
                                                                                                      I reach for the sky.
                                                                                                      My heart wants to stay,
                                                                                                      but my soul wants to fly.
                                                                                                      Just one more big stretch,
                                                                                                      the stars, they are nigh!
                                                                                                      But it's too late, I know,
                                                                                                      for soon,

I will die.

Butterfly soaring with lame wings

eyes on both sides gazing below

I can't catch it, but others can

Weather Woman Weather man

Young men frollock, and admire too

they'll catch the fever, catch its flu

but i'm immune you see,

it's just inborn inside of me

I can catch its zeil

but not its flu

So i'll just watch you catch it too

I’m falling into the shapes of this room
The monster down –
                             the –
                            stairs –
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                     now behind me

my eyes barely open                                                          sti­rring – stinging – sleeping

underneath the closing doors
                                                           ­                 their lying eyes in and on my flesh

                                                          ­       the house is on fire

                                                       -her brain is closing down-


Heavenly               ghost                              grab                          ­         my                                               throat
Throw      me                   down                to               the                   end                of                 the            rope
Or                 to                  the                                        end                   ­       of                        the               road
Downstream        in                        the             ­    gleaming                          gloaming                back-dr­ifting
A                                                w        ­                                                             a                                                 y


                                                     Give me a taste of your venom
                                                           ­                                             delight
        ­                                               Come back to the wilderness
                                                      ­                                                  night
     ­                                                        Bring me love only in the
                                                             ­                                           quiet
            ­                                                                 ­                           times
                            ­                                            Stay until morning  
                                                       ­                                             
                                                                ­              Let the stars
                                                         ­              Replace the scars
                                                         ­                    and the dreams
                                                        ­              Replace the screams

                                
                                                                ­                                             - your last words will not be heard -
                                                               ­                                           your miserable life is not what it seems
                                                           ­                                        - it’s only what it isn't and is all it will ever be -

The weight removed
From my very chest
Heavy and debilitating  
                Breathe
My thoughts silenced
Only for a moment
Then back again
                Breathe
Self hatred inside
My soul being drained
Earthly body fragile
                 Breathe
Breakable with touch
The weight lifted
Lungs are full
                **Breathe

The weight removed
From my very chest
Heavy and debilitating  
                Breathe
My thoughts silenced
Only for a moment
Then back again
                Breathe
Self hatred inside
My soul being drained
Earthly body fragile
                 Breathe
Breakable with touch
The weight lifted
Lungs are full
                **Breathe