The trick is to take
your eye off the ball - forget
and enjoy yourself.

When you realize
- ultimately, life's a
suicide mission.

Do the flowers fret
even as they bloom? Are swans
gracefully worried?

Ignore that small voice
- enjoy life's pleasures, thrills,
and delight in love.

I am
so in love. with myself
that
when you said you loved me
I thought
I was talking to
myself

Years ago

He gave me fake flowers

He told me he'd love me so long as they lived

You know that story

I don't have them anymore

Hell, I'm not even sure what happened to them

But wherever they went they're still living

So is there some part of him

That still loves me?
Thinks of me?
Misses me?

We don’t talk the way that we do
We don’t walk the way that we do
We don’t have the things that we do
And we’re scared of you
And we’re scared of what we’d do
We’re afraid
You’re afraid
I’m afraid.

nothing is ever just black and white
we live, move and have our being in the grey
that so we enjoy the blue sky all the more.

I am the guardian of eternity
slowing time before my eye
which shimmers in and out.

I see days fall into nights which
melt into years and
drag into eons.

I am there
all of it
I am that.

I see no thing yet perceive every thing
out before me
a vast kaleidoscope

presents, the greatest illusion of travel
since all we do
standing here
and now.

Just give a little
he said
dear god I’m trying
I said
just speak louder
he said
just look twice
I said
I’m dead