A majestic woeful inadequacy
takes charge
in the dead of the night.
Disquieting, diminishing spirit
—a gentle, existential reminder
to the struggling self-less soul.
The flame comes and goes
but mostly goes.
So blow softer
when the flame is far out.
Blow softer,
blow softer
but don't ever stop.

She’s doesn’t want someone to share her problems with
she wants someone to tell her the world is alright,
that she can make a difference
that things will be better
she wants someone to tell her that she matters.

i told her “the world is ok dear”
we’re all in it together
everything will be alright forever,
and ever,
and ever.

even though it doesn’t seem so always
things fall apart like they always do
my words lose their weight and
her smiles began to fade
our eyes but wander aimlessly.

i told her “but the world is ok dear”
everything you ever know will one day
be just a tiny mark on our collective memory
we’re all in it together
now and always.

she doesn’t want someone to talk to
she just wants someone to touch her
make her little heart beat just a tiny bit stronger and
make her day go a little faster
she wants someone to make her feel
like she’s living life to the fullest...
...
...

are you?

Love comes from a place afar
where reason has retired
and the past has come to rest

where nothing reigns
and nothingness seeks itself

where the pain and sorrow is crushing
and the loneliness debilitating

where the years have no meaning
in and of themselves

where the souls of dead pets come to rest
and the pure of heart can window-shop

where good honest men are willingly led astray
and evil men can seek their demented inspiration from

where tyranny and jealousy are born
and sinners are drunkards are reborned every single night

where wholes come to be made empty

where humankind keeps its worst secret unguarded

where no one cares about the price of oil or gold

where the only weapons are emotions

where babies are taught how to smile

where currency is forgotten and an exchange rate is forbidden

where there are no walls or ceilings or bathroom tiles

where birds are known to fly in search of

where there is no address but the path back is never forgotten

if only i had known it all along
instead of trying to put back all the pieces..
only to have it broken again quietly
but gladly, somehow.