the way it feels when your eyes role back
the way it feels when salt turns into sugar
a stillness is born between two fires
burning and feeding off of eachother somwhere
in a forest of raven
the clouds die and give birth above us
every second, something has a beating heart
somewhere very close to me
somewhere there is a child emiting a smile
for the first time
and his mother becomes weak inside
somwhere there is a woman giving birth
to a genius an energy permanently marking the world
I, with these hands
have found profound use
I with this heart have witnessed much abuse
I with this soul soak that thread which ties burdens
so that its knots unravel and become loose
and I hold onto lifes energy
I bring it into my body, and with my mind
I begin to ******
attract thoughts of nothing but a bliss
and calm auroa
and when I lay naked on nature herself
you see its these poems that I produce
when I speak and say I need nothing more
than her love and she is always there waiting
for me in every tree
in every bee
oh how I miss you in these cities awfully
in every flower
rot the superficiality and give me that
natural power
that speaks history and wisedom
through different levels of silence
life it seems to me sometimes
has lost its balance
and so from that ignorance we must distance
kiss the wind and see that in simplicity
is where lives true brilliance

I twist my words sometimes
and lie about the movement of my arms in between different air
so that you can run away from me
so that you can leave without me uttering a speech
of go away
perhaps I never want to see you again
but knowing women such as myself that is never the issue
until I make you up for who you are and accept the nature of things

my time is reluctant and I cant sustain the water that comes from the sky
as I cannot sustain not wanting whatever sounds come out of your vocal chords around me
neither now nor tommorow
you are now a ghost and I know nothing of you
or where you come from
a shadowy lake
dinged grass

simply transparent as anything else that is there
but then again really isnt in sight
and my eyes become narrow like that of a mans
and I see nothing on my sides
simply holding me back from things I must do
just leave
leave

rid me of your eerie changes in forecast
and let my swampy land stay swamp
it would be better than drying up killing my fishes
and then reginerting once more
only to leave disintigrated at the end of the day
when in the beginging I thought I would flourish again


come dig your leaves from my palms
my hands dont move the same anymore when your dead life
and elements that have fallen off your mind and from what is before me
a fragile body of someone who just wants to somehow
reverse ignorant wisedom into curiosity and care

I have streched too far and touched too many different souls
to know that this ridicule is not worth anything more than
well nothing,
honestly I can say that much
which is nothing, so maybe I should just not speak

prosecuters who have been in the soles of the backbone of your situations and such
prove me guilty of selfish acts
that I betake to make myself breathe easier
when regardless of what happens
when I breathe harder
my breath shall only pond down on you
like a thousand needles falling through water


pin drops
pin drops
painfully

smile at me
tell me you will be okay
and so that I may depart