inside a passenger seat breathing in a static drive
leaving rolling hills to the ocean's waves
let's slip into the sands.
hide inside our skin
and dive deep.


I'll meet you on a shore
beached and shy,
full of life

and thirsty.

Through this song I am
where my mind was in a panic,
my heart was in a knot,
its drum long gone.
Fateful delirium
like unearthing a grave,
one covered with purposeful seal,
now bonded to chaos.
These pangs are the wind
of a flute, poisoning the lungs.
Heartless pandemonium,
back you go
under lock and key.

I feel like I'm chasing
   The shadow
      of a whisper
            of a lost memory
of a thought
    of a forgotten dream
           of the faintest glimmer of hope

You slowly walk down the avenue of normality
Ignoring the side streets and oddly placed alleys

Change, you feel, is strange and unnerving
You stay straight and narrow, no veering or swerving

You look at us weirdos and our strange machinations
you speed up your pace with much trepidation

You're so busy keeping to the road that's more traveled
that you are completely unaware that it's turning to gravel

You're walking alone, and the road has all but decayed
the streets that you passed up, now bustling highways

Your fear of the odd and peculiar, the offbeat uncommon
has led you to become alone, forlorn, and unwanted

Everyone's different
Everyone's weird

Everyone has secrets that no one will hear

You wanted to be normal, and normal you are
now you're a minority, among the bizarre

Grown up child,
you don’t love your dad and mom
anymore,
at least not in the way
they would have liked you to
as you are to them
their entire world
but to you they are now
just a man and a woman
who begot and brought you up
because they had to
which in no way was exceptional
as you deserved to be brought up
in the best way they could
and shaped for a life
as the nicest dream they could dream
for you to grow up
and blossom into a flower
whose fragrance would see them thru
the rest of their life
and would complete the circle
that god designs for mankind.
But they find,
the grown up child doesn’t love them
the way they had dreamed
when they held its hands
for its first steps of life
and they died to hear
its first papa and mamma
and stood beside their child
at each step thence
embracing it
as their best company
and finding in it
their heaven on earth
ever ready to do
whatever it would take
to see their child happy.
Grown up child,
your dad and mom
though feel debarred from your world
still hold onto their world
that’s made just of you!

My bed is still warm,
Still lingers the heat
Of her on the bed sheet,
Still warmly wet
With the drops of her sweat
From the toil she made
On this bed.
Strands of her hair
Are still there
Where her head
Touched the bed,
Trails she signed,
Her fingers designed,
While she was spent
For the divinest moment.
I know I can’t hold onto it
Her residues on the bed sheet,
I have to know in my head,
She’s warming someone else’s bed.