I don't have the words
To express how I feel
So I'll leave you with this

An empty space in the wrong place
*Lines of nothingness

All I can hear is silence,
when torrential storms should be brewing,
volcanoes erupting,
hurricanes and tornadoes
turning everything into decadence.

All I can hear is silence,
when the world should be collapsing,
whirlpools of black holes ******* in its iridescence,
until the world is no longer in existence.

You were my world,
and I can no longer feel your presence.

Because when I place my ear against your chest,
all I can hear is silence.

On the altar of even and morn
My fairest love for thee I burn--
The incense of mine heart,
That the frankincense's flame
May consume you whole, dame.

Songs which I would never
Consider writing and which
Are enveloped in fond memories
Play on the radio.

The edge of my trousers
Are wet but my feet are dry
And cold as ice in their warm stockings
Which I want to take of.

My life feels like one big
Disonance at the moment
As I take books off the bookshelfs and
Bang them open and shut.

Open and
Shut and open and
Shut and the dust asks
My lungs to let it
In my but my lungs
Protest and my nose
Wants more and my
Hands hurt and my eyes
Beg more
And I am sore.

מתוך המעשים
נמשכים הלבבות so
We clean the outside so that inside
We will be cleansed as well.

And I am sore.

I catch glimpses of you.
As a pebble on the ground.
Where the breeze pushes you to the side.
When the rains stretch you down.

I catch glimpses of you.
Always looking toward the trees.
I never see your face though.
Dancing wild for the bees.

But I am only a pebble on the ground.
You are more like the trees.
I only catch glimpses of you.
But I'm in love with the parts I see.


*©NDHK