When no songs can find you soothe you bind you
When no strings are played, when all chords are laid
In front of you aside
Ripped out
next to the heart
The heart that once was warm
That pumped so fluidly with every tune
The heart that so easily reached for tears that so easily cried
Where art thou
Heart vanishing now
It's there in a glance it's at the end of the road too
That music which was its local tune all too
Empty vacuum
Seeking threads
Old threads
New threads
The thread
Red thread
Gold thread
Ooo the existential squeeze without the heart & music art
I fray all too easily
All too easily I fray
…
I am crushed by the dichotomy
The inevitability of impulse when the heart does one show
The Sagacity of moment that lines the myelin shock
The Flushing Inebriation with an exhale catching up
The Sobriety & Disparity & Liquidity of What Is Good
I Need not reconcile & Yet I cannot abstain from impulse
It is a cycle that never knows resolution
A whip with no absolve

The air is fresh
The sky is clear
The birds are singing
The smell is pure

I sit by myself, with much disdain,
With only my mind, how inhumane.
Not for the cliché but for her touch,
And I think of her simply too much.

What’s come over me? This is not fair!
I think too much on those pretty thoughts,
Her lips, her nose, the smell of her hair.
Inside my heart, there lie the small knots.

For I’m sensitive to love’s ***** bites,
And these abrasive, yearning of nights.
How can I stand it? Must I submit?
It only happens when the moon is lit.

When the hours grow, a bit distant.
When time stretches so, I can’t see her.
That’s when it starts being persistent.
Then it strikes fast like a saboteur.

Venus or Cupid? Who to accuse?
I hope that it’s not all lost in vain.
Though you might think it, I’m not confused.
This is what I call love rotting the brain.

I open the door.
     The sweet fall air comes inside.
          The stink goes outside.

i see i saw i
thought of a cold winter storm
deer tracks in fresh snow

Have you ever sat inside a bubble
Where the air feels fresher?

During the heat
Can't feel my feet
Or even across the street
So hot to go out
My skin is melting and i'm hiding out
Luckily can't catch the sun
This is not fun
This is summer
This is no time to make a snowman or wearing an umbrella
This time is meant for the beach
Please someone take me to the beach
Someone with a truck or car
I'm too far, please someone come
so i can reach.. the beach
Cause now fresh cold water is all i need and is all i think of.