I don't know what it is but I can't help it
All you have to say is "jump"
And I'll ask "how high?"
Even though I'm not your number one anymore,
You're still my only one.
And I'm pathetic but you still taste like an anaesthetic
And I still can't see through your haze.
I watch you sleep while I look for the words to wake you and bring you back but I can't find them and I'm stuck here
Clinging to an empty body who's lost all feelings.
Where have you gone?

When the rain falls
the sidewalk makes room.
The plants sigh and stretch back,
extending their arms, hands, and feet.
Every pore of every possible thing breathes
and remembers a time without a drop to drink.

The people curse and grab newspapers and plastic bags.
Some weather men and women smugly reveal tiny umbrellas.
As if they were tucked in their shirt sleeve.
Like a magic trick for the stupid crowd before them.
but how did you do that? how did you know?

Rain nourishes and devastates in one downpour.

The crazies and the weirdos dance in circles and
someone yells out, "Thanks gypsy!"
to his girlfriend who has a knack for making things be.

All she did was close her eyes and thank the earth, sun, stars, and moon.
And smile so fiercely the Universe thought,
Well I guess we can give her this one gift. She is so awfully strange.

Thank you.
earth.
sun.
stars.
moon.

You know all and you give life to what once was.

love
i am love
i am all
i am small
i can feel
this is real
this is all i know
this all
i am old
and i am well off
and i don't know myself
this is all
i can sing
but i can't read you
yeah i don't want to know you
not at all
leave me be
yeah let me see you
for what you really are
not a ghost
of some beauty
that i can't deal with
not for a little while
or at all

I'm the fish
In your ocean

In summer you are cool
And so hot in snowy weather

Contentment I do sip

You are a poet
And me, your beautiful nature poem

Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts