You know how much our love has travelled
your pain; my sorrow
my grief; your anguish
you and I know how much we can sail,
so let's come together and run away
I chase you beyond those oikon trees
where you hid those dark secrets
You chase me towards the junction
where the road divides
where the trees tell the stories
of the secret I cannot say
and then

*"I stitch your wounds"

her hair covered her eyes
her skin was pale
her fingers were shaking
her limp body frail

his arms were strong
his eyes a clear blue
he saw her struggle
knowing just what to do

he'd seen this before
in fact all too often
he wanted to help
for the shock to soften

he saw her scars
that lie upon her wrist
but something about her
he couldn't resist

he'd fallen in love
with the girl from afar
but can love ever fix
the wound from a scar?

Life's your own boomerang
Shoots you forward
Flings you back
Its no wonder with this lurch
That im a crippled insomniac
Its whack
How i take a few steps forward
Only to get smacked
In the head
Maybe i dont have enough street cred
On this path of Life
Its no wonder im a **** head
Cuts the anxiety like a knife
Couldnt wake up from this limbo
Couldnt fall asleep to dream
Only stuck in this middle space
Gotta survive by a solo team
So ill go on shooting forward
remember where i return
Makes the next wound a bit easier
Less strong of a burn
Doesnt mean im going backwards
Just means i must revert
To this origin
This oneness
And my mode of thinking
I must convert.

Bereavement
Means
"seize by violence".
As you were torn
away
So violently —
It left a wound.

the sunlight slaps you
so you retreat
and you cover up
the blood gets caught in
your white security blanket

and everything is okay

until you step back outside
the light draws attention to
the withered pale skin
and the watery pale wound
it doesn't stop stinging all day

Because I am trapped in my own cells,
Blistered by the sun
Of your kindle presence.

Yes, I blame you.
I blame you
For the roaches in my car
And that time you made me bleed into my wine.
I blame you for all the toast you burnt
And the way you watch sunsets with
Such impatience.

If you asked,
I wouldn’t go back with you.
My heart is already capable of
Telling such tremendous tales.

I need none of yours.
Get – be gone.
Once a lover, but forever a wanderer.

A war is going on.
Yet no one notices.
There are soldiers everywhere.

Here a kid brings a gun to school.
There a girl offers her friend a drug.
They are soldiers.

Here a friend sways the kid with the gun.
There the sister brings the friend from the drug.
They are soldiers.

The war continues.
Some see the puppets but not the puppeteer.
Some see the wound but not the weapon.

A war is going on.
And I'll be getting those,
Who hear the horn of heaven.

Yes,
I’d rather be awake
staring at these wounds and
wonder when it would heal.
Instead
of sleeping
with the thought
that you are
not healed.