I've experienced high strangeness
But I like the ordinary

Basketball with my sons
Not just things weird and scary

Mystical near to madness
Madness near to love

But love is also dear to death
At least the love I'm thinking of

Like Romeo and Juliet
Like the Raven and the Dove

she is in pain
the quiet kind

there are no
cuts or scars

there are no
lumps or bruises

there are no
screams or tears

nothing is broken
nothing ever heals

Never lose sight,
of a dawn
That awaits
your smile.

An open mind will see
all the colourful hues of life
breathing between
the black and the white

Some days I think to myself
What is she doing
Then it slips my mind
As I fly into heavenly skies
Evading cages sipping moonshine

As the scholars
Burn the midnight oil
I follow the sanguine stars
That let me fly from Earth's toil

The way of the stars
Guide me
As the weight of responsibility
Rests on me

there he is again
dancing in my brain

he jumps so high
and tries to hide

the skinny boy

always running
playing games

taking jokes
making jokes

getting into fights
he mostly lost

but he never quit

and he could be quiet
and he could think
and he could cry

I remember him
he was so silly

the skinny boy

we live as numbers
waiting to be counted

to become part of a
formula

that tells us what to do

we do not want to be
a remainder

a leftover
a piece of pi

that no one can
remember