The Flute.

Want to hear my heart cry do you

then lean inwards inside of me where this my soul weeps from within a place where even tears dare not to go

for see, a long time ago angel wings dipped outside of my window on  the rainiest night
and i died inside of me,

Now do you hear me

for I never lied to you
and you broke my heart from within the very silented depths of my soul.

jo.

My Dreams.

I put all my dreams away inside the drawers of yesterday

For when I lost you I had no need to feel the loss of you being gone

And so inside of each sacred drawer I laid bits and pieces of all you had ever been to me

And then like silver lightning an idea came to me

That had I just lived inside that last sacred moment

Then death could not have taken you away

So in I climbed

Inside that drawer where they had laid your remains

And I reached up and closed the lid on what I knew was the very last breath

And the strangest thing came along
You.


jo.

The Garbage.

The garbage sits out here

Piled as though sky high with no more bridges left to cross over

And here I am

Sitting here nestled inside of this pile high garbage

For these earthly deeds of mine are now all done.

And it is I that now hears that so long ago distant hum

A hum of substance

And of such intense sound
that only I can seem to be of

As it just tends to hum along with the sound of this huge garbage truck that has now come to a sudden instant halt

And a voice yells out

Who let you become of this pile of all garbage ever

And I say to him so out-loud

It is all that I am worth.

jo.