freedom, you wild thing
coursing through my bleeding veins
*pulling things apart.

Every time we go a little longer between seeing each other,
Or you take your time replying
My heart skips a little faster
And I begin to panic.
I worry that you've copped on
To realising that I am merely a fraud -
I seem lovable at the start,
But by the time I'm falling for you,
Really falling,
You've realised I'm not that lovable at all.

I'm all scars, faded wounds that still burn deeply and lost amongst my insecurities.

Another new year,
But it's still not the same.
I'd rather relive an old year,
One where I can hear you say my name.

What does man hear
Are they irritating sounds
Does man even truly know how to hear  
Or do they hear frightening noises so they forget to hear at all

I believe man has forgotten how to listen
They hear everyday, but they don’t really listen

Man hears wind and thinks “**** a storms coming”
The sounds of music causes a headache
The sound of rain does nothing to them but make them run indoors

If Man truly listened they would hear pine trees sing as the wind pushes through them
They’d hear the pain, love, joy, the very feeling behind each music note
And when the pitter patter of rain began, they’d hear a soft hypnotic song not rain at all

But man has forgotten how to listen
And this causes me great sorrow
because they will never hear the world's natural beautiful sounds
The sound of the words I love you leaving ones lips
The song of a wolf’s cry to the moon
A child's first joyful laugh….
No it will be lost to them
For Man only knows how to Hear...not listen.

California


The place of the strange
And where the weird gets weirder.

I waited, patient,
Expectations growing high,
But it never came.