don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

When you get to the very bottom of my soul
You'll find the walls are painted in rock 'n' roll.

Jester, Jester.
You don't humor me.
Hell, I haven't even laughed.
And still I am the fly
and you the light
and the window.
You show me wonders
but you trap me.
And all I want to be
is free.
So run! run! run!
Or I will.
That's my profession, after all.
I flee, I flee, I flee.
Up to the point
where I feel more at home
when I'm on the journey.

Because the only time
I recognise myself is then.

I have my only independence in my traveling.
One day I will take advantage of that
and disappear
Like smoke in the air.
The wind will carry me
And time and space will be infinite and all at once,
for I will be everywhere,
and will find... **home

I smelled the smoke.
I saw the fire.
And yet I thought
'Let's play'

As I sit in this bar
Observing all the people fulfilling their roles
Rushing around, being part of their made up system
Looking like little working ants
I feel the difference between them and me
in my inability to find my place in this world
And therefore leaving the shore
Navigating myself into deeper waters
Swimming on the surface of the still ocean
waiting to sink in awe
And look! I found Atlantis.

I wish I could fly
Through time and space
See the past and the future
And all the places I long for
And feel
Feel everything at once
Like a star that gives off its last light
And implodes

Every person has scars.
Emotional baggage.
Broken.

Life is a jungle of thorns.
Looking out to destroy you, if you let it.
Broken.

Every person is interesting.
Fascinating, beautiful.
Broken.

I am afraid to be seen.
Afraid to be loved.
Broken.

They say you accept the love you think you deserve.
What does that even mean?
Broken.

People distract themselves. Look for perfect loves.
Look for someone to mend them.
Broken.

In the end you understand.
Only you can fix yourself.
Broken.

Even if your soul still aches,
your amazing spirit will love you, heal you, fix you.
If you think you deserve it.
And you do.
So you no longer are
*Broken.