10:33pm

In these words is me
caN't believe in what you don't see
these eyes do The speaking
your mouth is recEding
remember the souNd of my laughter
is it afTer
there was tIme together
when we savOred one another
do you get the poiNt now
you believe what you allow

Acknowledge

I see you
Standing in your madness
Having no other words to say
But that I appreciate your sadness
That I realize what that is
I see you
You're cutting at your hair
It's anger you keep sending out
But on the inside it's just fear
I'm near
I see you
And everything you've been
No need to apply your face
I'm in awe of just your skin
It's not too late to look around
To understand and win
I see you

Eye Contact

Our honesty, rarely comes free
of a journey to unveil it. Go on
and open up. You're holding water
in your hand. And, isn't that a burden
and a choice to bare all of this, to
become bare in all of this. It's refreshing,
that cold, wet truth seeping through
your fingers. Beware of how you use
your affinity to language. Don't hide in
a maze of words. There's no joy in
a castle built on air and misinterpretation.

In the Dead of Night

I buried you in my dream today
Said goodbye in every way
Mourned you longingly in the wind
Straining for words that you might say
You didn't whisper, we didn't play
No last minute punches for you to pay
And I could feel it pushing on my chest
Every pound that you did weigh
But then I woke to you just as cold
Only knowing what I am told
I wonder if you wonder to
Is this our souls just getting old
Is this life bought and sold

When You Need It

You are
significant to me.
But, no glory do I see.
It's your rawness and your real
that pauses me to see
you. I have
time to watch and scan.
Never know what trick
you have holding in your hand.
It is the ego in command,
sacrifice it to understand
me. You have
a laugh inside your head
and I've been dancing all night
just to see if it will spread.
We've been planting,
now we're lying
hold me closer in this bed.
You are
significant for me.
But, no glory do I need.
Just be open and be close
when the world sets out to bleed.
Be freed and be free,
but know,
you are significant
to me.

With Love I am Emancipated

You are that bird set on the roof
The one I've never reached
You are aflutter, you are aloof
But it is you I have beseeched

I whistled to you mournfully
And you have nay reply
But to live your life with fervency
As you leap into the sky

This feeling is a piece of art
But you will not be nailed
You give to me your beating heart
But will not keep it jailed

Slow.

What does it mean
to go slowly? Does it go
somewhere into seclusion?
These radio men
never relinquish our beating
hearts, or where it is
we take them. They give to us
our time and place. But here
I am
on the edge of something
natural, and between us,
this silence and me,
the feeling is mutual.