I fear
when you lay
with your head
to my pounding flesh
that my heart is
too overbearing
for you to listen
to my words.

you havent been
yourself lately.
and I fear
my heart
is telling you
more than I

You bathed in whisky
To freshen up for me.

A genre unattended,
A policy proclaimed,
Where a light is shined,
Is where a life is gained.

So let’s attend the ball,
And lets set sail tonight,
So when all the bombs go off
We'll still be doing alright.

It may take a while,
Forever it may be,
But when we finally get there,
Oh what a sight it'll be.

Tears from people here below,
Dripping from the skies,
What a sight to see,
From our water-colored eyes.

We haven’t been forgotten yet,
But this we do not know,
It's but a mere assumption,
for the rain just turned to snow.

The boat started rocking,
Going from side to side,
In the ocean there’s a whirlpool
it developed from the tide.

I’m not one for prayer,
But I'll do it just for you.
If I make it to the gates
I hope it’s you I run into.

Now everything is frozen,
Now everything is white,
Pretty please don’t leave yet,
I won’t make it through the night.

The waters are still,
The sea is now calm,
I look around for you,
Sweat pouring from my palms.

I search throughout the boat,
But you I do not see,
The Sun lights the horizon,
So there you'll surely be.

Dear God,
                  I want to be the Sole-Mate of my Soul-Mate.

For the sun we wait,
To hear a joyful tune,
But it departed late,
So say hello to the moon.

All we can do is search
The sky for sonnet’s best,
We should head on to the church
Because there we'll get some rest.

We've been listening for days
But still we hear no sound,
And to god we give our praise
But still no sound is found.

The moon is still sky high,
Above our deafened heads,
In the church we still reside,
Laying in uncomfy beds.

We don't really mind,
And we're not too certain why
Though now we're going blind
And very well might die.

In these beds we still lay,
And to god we still ask
When will come the day
That you may do a simple task?

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

My bed smells like you,
So I've been sleeping on the couch.