All that I am I give to you this day,
That you may share in all that I ever shall be.
                                      Ls

Little yellow birds
Greet my window this morning
Lovely beginnings.

Oh little butterfly,
by spreading your wings
in the morning glory,
you make my heart and soul fly.

Not knowing where you’re going
Not knowing what you’re owing
Makes life tough
Thought you’d made a choice
Believed fate heard your voice
It’s not enough
Life’s become a test
Not knowing where you’re going
Not knowing if you’re owing
Never able to rest
Did you fail the test?
You ask the question
There is a suggestion
Of mediocrity in your thoughts
Endless shoulds and oughts
The fate of human beings
Not trusting, never seeing
Troubles, fleeting glory
It’s a never ending story

Returning to the Tower
It was not there

The next Block
My former Home
Gone

All the places I stayed
For years
Notable by Absence

The Window with views
Of London
Empty


Now
I too

Am not there

only if i didnt

listen to space song on repeat
pour that liquid right in
smoke my 'last' cig
reach for heaven's gate

stay in bed a little longer
cancel all my plans
dissappoint everyone around
hurt myself

but i did.

I dragged

Duality down

A delicate

Deception

 

( lost I found myself dazed)

 

Face to face

With my youth

I was caught staring

At my misguided directions

 

(Surly to succumb to the maze)

 

For what these

Dreams demand

Go deeper

Than blood

Calf or correction

 

( to get out I had to be unmade)

 

Saying goodbye

To apart of my self

To gain

An ever evolving perception

Fear is a fire that eats the soul
Muffles the brain in a cold body’s triumph
Toss the world from hand to hand
Say, praise the petty warrior heart

Why do I do this? This mumbling
How many Discord VCs to lurk through?
Silence becomes; nobody hears the girl talk
Yet she is good with word, think one once did say

Bold with brushstrokes I dream to make
Yet never the warrior I’d one day paint
As mice we scuttle, say, as a mouse I do
She’s so shy, is said, and I seethe - I stutter

Words are we, and the absence as well
Bumbling thunder that tricks a tongue
Fear is a fire that eats the soul
With its carnal hands, it is so so sweet

I yield to mumble, the scuttle of old
This is not the pretty stumble of youth
World bloomed a bud, bright-eyed and blue
Called to me, it calls me still

Called to me, they all do still
Curse the Icarus eyes of song
We couldn’t look through, we couldn’t do

Gold did lure, it glittered too
Stroked the wings - I couldn’t do
                                        Lord, I couldn’t do