the truth is missing.
a whole town looks
for traces of your
orange red brown hair
after you vanished into
the truth is questionable.
you don't know where you are
or how you breathe
or where your flesh and muscle and bones
and wounds have washed away.
was it the other side
or this side?
the truth is stuck.
you push every wall of thin air
and you find that it
you shouldn't want to leave.
IT should have written your name, in that column.
Do I have to care about the name of the city and the airport?
It should have been the reason for my departure:
go home to meet you, for longing. "Repeat the word, completely
which can fit in empty space, on my ticket paper, "
I will say so, to the registrar.
I WILL not give this to a haphazard officer.
My backpack will just hug me along the flight.
"It's an unfinished longing, longing to worry me.
There are many who are not caught. It's an incomplete longing, "
I will say so, when I get back to you.
I'm not going to let what is tightness scattered carelessly.
3. Waiting Room
I AM worried about you. The airport in this country is not fair.
There is never a good waiting room for pickup.
I'm worried about me. This heart's longing is also never fair.
There was never enough waiting time, for a moment to be patient.
4. Emergency Door
WHY does the stewardess always, like telling anxiously?
I already know very well where and how to open
Four emergency exits, wear safety jackets, put up
And removing seat belts. I've been very anxious ever since
Bought the ticket I mentioned in stanza number one. Tickets are on
there I want to write my own name, flight date and time,
And the reasons why you so badly missed.
I hear a song in the distance - stand deep within the pains of my heart yet troubled - My mouth trembles words - I think the thoughts I want to shout - Yet linked to a shattered perspective - Emotion nothing comes out - My lips stand still what is this I feel - Infatuation detangled like the veins that embrace your body - Run down your spine - Tangled I'm lost - Direction is amuse I refuse this is my hope - I ask you to ride my Jet Plane our song - A note to tell - Don't Fuck around my Lady river - You grip tight this is our flight - Life is scattered like the whim a whisper I shutter to detect the fear in your heart - Does this beat get louder - Or is clutter our way - Our story began so sketched out nothing planned - Page by page it proposed a light in a dark space - I never felt grip so tight - You gave fever to a place I call comfort - My time - Seconds afloat - I do not know how to perpetuate my thoughts - Im lost - I long - I taste - Your skin yet distance
Do I pray the God to save what infatuated my heart - Brought tears sorrow joy thru this drout - Im dry of the memory you gave me - Desire that one day it will appear before me - Lost stolen for nothing - Was it worth it
Did you love me
I long for our lips to meet
No halfway's mark me as full or empty
when a drop of hope can change someone's life.
hey i saw you in the last carriage
you got on at bathurst and sat across from me
we went all the way to the end of the line
never getting off
never making eye contact
i've never met you before but
i think i was thinking about you before you got on the train
all the air was sucked out of the area
and i was so worried you could read my mind
i think i'm in love with you
If you could choose a superpower,
With what virtues would you be showered?
I would like to be balm to folk,
Lighten disputes with silly jokes,
No need for dumb arguments any day,
Smiling is permitted, let's say,
If I could choose a superpower,
Peace on Earth I would shower.......
As I sit here above the sky
And look upon the clouds
I stretch my mind far and wide
As much as it allows
The further I set out about
The sea above the land
It covers and clears, and covers and clears
And without a doubt expands
The tiny lights and tiny fields
It's as if I am a God
With one quick wipe I clean the land
Or upon a town I trod
Yet I can't help feeling like a lonely bird
Upon my wings today
However, it's quiet nice to feel alone
It has its own strange way
I seem to appreciate the smaller things
Like orange rising up from grey
The oil, resists
Stubborn word water
She locked her neck target
Like a missle mother
I chimed in
Like a dusty daughter
But she loaned attention
To someone further
Away I go
To ground control
So my flighty feet
Embrace the mold
Of the runways and get-a-ways
For which I've packed
Will busy mother
Want me back?
A PLANE CRASH AT ESSENDON AIRPORT
AMERICAN TOURIST LIVES LOST
HERE IN AUSTRALIA ON A GOLFING TRIP
NOW THEIR FAMILIES COUNT THE COST
MEN OF CHARACTER AND STRONG STATURE
WITH A VARIED LIFE TRAVELLED
LOOSING THERE LIVES WHILE ON THIS TRIP
NOW THERE FAMILIES LIVES ARE UNRAVELED
OUR HEARTS ARE VERY HEAVY
OUR THOUGHTS ARE DEFINITELY WITH YOU
LETS HOPE THE FAMILIES MEMORIES
COMFORT THEM AS THEY DO