Friday, March 14, 2008

what am i not to do?

So I’m a criminal?
Just because I can see you
Reactions from about you
To feel what’s inside you...

Watchers are just eyes
With hands never to feel
But are you better in my mind?
Do I dare ruin you with spills?

Cause I can't seem to seam in right
I can't wriggle in my knees
All ever to do is stand still
Crooked as I, inside the breeze

But I wish I knew all that was you
I wish I knew everything, your way
For you're beautiful to my existence
And that's just all I just wanted to say...

Monday, January 28, 2008

caev lyke

caev lyke creatures, come out the laggoon...
where they had wanted, i could never know.

all that was inside themm. were garbage ad golds.

all the trash come unearthing.,.. all the riches, went sold.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

what i want the most right now

I want to find you ‘mongst the people,
Then take you home with me.

I want to hide inside some playgrounds,
Where our mind’s can be let free.

I want to take us to lost jungles,
Where our faces can come out.

I want to lay inside closed tunnels,
Where only hands can see about.

Cause the stress around here’s troubling…
Too much -- a city’s way.
Let’s make simpler our equation,
You… me… this day.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

now 's my time to bury. hibernate in me.
now's my time to carry. my eyes into the deep.
now's my time to wonder. sit inside my head.
now's my time to push off.anything that you've once said.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

like bounds of smoke

Come to me, like bounds of smoke
Take note of who I am
I have already seen inside you, I already know
Where it is I want

I can’t stand these technologies
Technologies that keep at us apart
I am unaware of resolution
In these times we are left in

I wish others wished like me
Wanted what I want
Had eaten the things I’ve tasted like
Where is she, that I don’t know about?

Friday, November 30, 2007

please speak to me, in frequencies, that only I can understand
and I’ll too touch you, in color, with not words, but with my hands.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The shivers in my bones ensure my heart is always beating
Like platoons of steel horse drums, I’m always me– never forgetting.
And when the tucks of bed do find me each to every night till morning
I can feel safe inside myself, in times when love has not yet found me.