Not all bridges are made of wood,
you tell me,
when I ask you why you have not yet
set fire to the pathway
that connects us

Some of the ugliest structures
are the ones that last the longest-
the ones where you can see the insides
and there is no masking
the wear and tear
of years of rain and wind and snow

Eventually,
those structures become landmarks,
pieces of importance

I realize that our structure
is by far, the ugliest,
and I hate it every time I see it

but I will not remove it

Surrealist Cut-up

      lotus pond lonely on the bridge
verdant in spring    still in the    garden

Literal Figurative**

Lonely bridge on the lotus pond
in the still garden verdant in spring

Dark   green  depths  of  death,
where  waters  trickle  and  laugh
and  tiny  flowers  dart
in  the  sweet  fresh  breeze.

Pull  me  into  thine  un-dulled  depth
and  make  me  one  with  thee.
Blend  my  body  with  thine  earth
fashioning  a  sullen  element.

To  pause  in  a moment of fear  
and  everlasting  awe,
to drink thy beauty still
from  life’s  edge,  up  here.

Have you heard this little story
Of a rabbi and a Christian priest,
Differing in their separate ways,
But are friends, to say the least.

One day, the rabbi asked the priest
In total confidence:
"Could you put up with any man
"That airs his impudence

"When he confesses that he needs
"No sermon nor advice
"From those like you whom he believes
"To be not worldly-wise?"

The priest thought for a moment,
Then answered with some ease,
"A man who frankly speaks his mind
"Is finally at peace

"Not only with himself but God,
"Confession being the bridge
"Across which he could reach the top
"Of his salvation's ridge."

The rabbi shook his head and said:
"There is no way, of course,
"Confession without penitence
"Could be the bridge to cross."

"But," said the priest, "consider this,
"By God's eternal grace,
"We choose two different routes but get
"Together in one place."

The thought if you with anyone else makes me sick
But changing your mind is your best trick
The thought if you touching anyone else makes my skin crawl
But you are the trip and I am the fall
I'm just a bridge between your girlfriends
I'm just a knot to tie up the lose ends
Remember, your hand will fit in anyone's there's no such thing as fate
The longer your believe the longer you have to wait
Love is just ignoring someone else's flaws
You're opening windows but locking doors
I'll see you here again when you're lost
The sweeter the love the more you'll rot

take your car keys and drive towards the nearest bridge

park the car and walk to the edge
gaze upon the river and take a deep breath
try to let the air flood your lungs
and the view fill your eyes
try to let the afternoon sun warm up your cold skin
try to let all your senses work as one in harmony

walk closer to the edge
to the very brim
until there is no space left between now and then

what would happen if you let go?
what would happen if you gait to the void?

would someone miss you?
would you miss someone?

think of all the things you should have said and done
think of all the 'I love you' you left to be said
all the I'll do it later
when there's no more later to do it

in that moment
when everything feels wrong
take a step further
a step to your fate

picture your world framed by that sun
and keep it like there's no tomorrow to come

remember your family
remember your friends
remember all the people you know and care about

now go back to them
go back and pretend this never happened
put a smile in your face
live one day after another
pretending you never been in that bridge

the air feels different now
the landscape has more color
and the sun shines warmer
the smiles of your friends look more honest

but they don't know what happened there
they can suspect it
maybe see it in your eyes
but they don't know

only you and you yourself
knows what happened in the nearest bridge



it's funny how something that happened only to you
can change the perception you have
about all the other things
they look different
but it wasn't they who changed
it was you who grew

Ah, well friend
I wouldn't jump till you got there
Then we'd go together
And soar to better times

Im that cliff
jumping friend you were
warned about,
If I jump
what will be the difference
between us,
That moment
I am no longer with
you,
The only change
in believing of
it is what it is,
Is nothing,
nothing changed,
It is what it is, .
Live your life,
Yin and yang,
Oreo cookies,
Is the absence of
change
If nothing changes
than you will never be a new,
The internal heat,
Forever fire,
The part within that
grows everyday.
So choose change,
everyday for you
and if each day is
better for you,
it is because you are better,
choosing every day.