i like to think that I'm
a little bit more than
nothing
and a lottabit less than
everything.

A high rise tree against the dawn,
A rooster crows nearby,
A high-five from the Universe
Asks "Now do you understand why?"
I answer yes and bow my head
And thank the clouds above,
For a grey back-drop is always best
In illuminating love.
Looking back on three years past,
I see the struggle, clear.
But all it seems was just a dream
As I am sitting here.
I watch the sun glow past the line
Where sky and earth do meet,
I stretch my fingers, curl my toes,
Somehow I am complete.

I can wake up real early
Get myself out of bed,
all on my own
paint on my smile
and wipe away my tears

but not today,
today is for rest

I can sit at my desk
and stare at the screen
make it look real
and impressive
play professional like a big girl

but not today,
today is for creating

I can sleep
without tossing and turning
and dream sweet dreams
that last the whole night through

but not tonight,
tonight is for remembering

I can love
you, like a king
to my queen
I can hold you close
and make your pain dissapate
into nothingness
until there's nothing left at all

but not with this heart,
this heart is meant to stay broken

I
Opusculum paedagogum.
The pears are not viols,
Nudes or bottles.
They resemble nothing else.

            II
They are yellow forms
Composed of curves
Bulging toward the base.
They are touched red.

            III
Having curved outlines.
They are round
Tapering toward the top.

            IV
In the way they are modelled
There are bits of blue.
A hard dry leaf hangs
From the stem.

            V
The yellow glistens.
It glistens with various yellows,
Citrons, oranges and greens
Flowering over the skin.

The shadows of the pears
Are blobs on the green cloth.
The pears are not seen
As the observer wills.

Bound I Am...
What can I do?
Unable to Roam Free...
Listening to the Maddening Despairs of Prelude...

Bringing Misfortune;
A Cursed Charm, I am...
Bad Luck to Spare;
Come Closer, You're ******.

Darkened Melodies
Of Evil Harmony,
If You come Near Me...
You'll lose your Symphony,

So Take Head!
And Leave Me Be!
Or *Forget and Lose...
Your Own *Identity...

“Follow your dreams!” Said the sage
“But what if you wake and they’re gone?”
“Well maybe you’ll soon come of age?”
“Or maybe I simply have none!”

The years soon past and enlightenment never came
Maybe the wise man was wrong
To rise every morning always the same
No direction for moving along

“Reach for the stars!” said the sage
“But what if I can’t see the sky?”
“Maybe it’s only a stage?”
“Maybe I can, if I try!?”

Well time ticked by but the stars never shone
Maybe the wise man was wrong
Had those pin ****** to heaven faded and gone
Or just never there all along

“What should I do?” said the youth
“Follow your dreams!” I replied
“But for you it was never the truth!”
“Well maybe the old sage had lied?”