I dream of you
Each time I close my eyes.
The image burnt,
My retina street-wise.
I think of you
With every breath I take.
My mind enthralled,
My life, forlorn, at stake.
I miss you lots
With every passing day:
Then found, now lost...
I don't believe and yet I pray!
To life, to love, to dreams,
To friends who don't just disappear,
To hope, to joy, to you...
So far - and yet so near.

I never clasped hands tightly,
        as all I got was pins & needles.

Showing me that everything I prayed
                             for was just a numbness,
  
                             of ill prepared needing.

I heard every word that needed
                       my vocal assistant.

Not realising that I was the one that
  needed to answer my own wishes.

               Every request was a promise,
                      to myself to make myself better.

I'll never apologize for my ignorance,
                but ill build on my failings,


              and I'll build higher than the


                                  ignorance that

kept my hands shackled.

   Not realising that I needed

to grasp higher than the blindness of
  never reaching higher than hands clasped

i follow where my heart goes
dont bring me much farther tho
so i got this heart tatted on my sleeve
to remind me life aint no breeze
i just keep runnin with the flow
but at nights i still feel pretty low
when i sleep ill just forget
and tell lady karma ill take another bet

Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.

It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the

great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.

In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,

an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.

Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.

Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.

I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.

And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.

Approaching night
Wasting light
Save my soul
Before your sight

If I should stray
Beyond this day
Make me whole
For this I pray

©

run
run
run away
for you are just another prey
run
run
run away
lives are lost and found all day
run
run
runaway
for the animals come out to play