an empty shell, i carried it carefully.



the bird had flown,

and while some are sad,

it is a new life and

we must move on.



carefully.



sbm.

I know i should stop but i cant
I know i should go but my feet stand by
I know i should let go but my hand hold on
I know i should move on but my heart stay

I chose to stay and get hurt
I chose to get hurt and now i cry
I chose to cry but i'll never regret
I chose to not regret for something i wont forget

I know when i stop, i will miss you
I know when i go away, i will regret losing you
I know when i die, you'll always be on my mind
I know when i stay, i will be forever dumb

I chose to be with you even it hurts so much
I chose to hurt so much for this pathetic life
I never chose to live this pathetic life by the way
I never chose to fall but it all just there, happening over again.

I hear the wave
to discover one
beneath my skin

wake late on wednesday,

remember your fathers’ mirror.



know that when all is mud and sundries,

it can be washed clean, clean as babies are.



that brings us back to chairs, that hold fear,

secrets, yet we are lucky in that



we have paid work, and he is not in

attendance.



these are old words.



sbm.

demands are everyday, simple things can be priceless, and while the  words pound, grind, oh make us cry, while the world is turning, there is  a small hope to always return home.
sbm.

Three decades
Lost in this maze
Of dirt road
Clay and grated soil
Underneath
Grandpa's Oaks
Branches hang over us
Like the arms of Ghosts
The unknown parts in between
The cities and towns
With names not large enough to
Fit on maps
Another microcosm
Of sociological problems
The constant chaos of
Lives crashing into each other
At speeds history
Has never
Seen