almost titled

 

theres a place beyond poetry underneath the bed, and i know these fields. the voices in the attic and the voices in the sink are closer than ever, longer than todays sunset hours ago, but i know these fields. theres a symbol for my pain, some reasons why i cannot move further than ahead, faster than the sorrow but i know these fields. theres a mormon in a little funny trunk theres a human right beside him the trunk flies across the tiny rivulet and lands with a thud, like a solemn piece of thrown up food, and i know these fields. theres a blood wound and a mortal sheath and together they try to be complete, they turn around and they mix into a coquelicot ribbon with a bow and I know these fields. theres just one runner and they're all trying to catch up before they shut up and die and you'd hope the runner goes first but lifes a dicey little game, and I know these fields. the walls of jericho they fell into rubble and it took lesser time than the falling and forever they stayed and I know these fields. i cannot stop and start and stop i cannot just go on, i am a little rodeo clown with big painted hands, many hidden tears and one long sip of forget me not today, and i know these fields.

 

destiny

when they turned that rainbow around
it still looked about the same
and you turned around
when the last strains of music
no longer felt like wonderful
more a crushing weight upon your face
there were candles and lace
elevation and sunshine
battling in the storm
so many tears for nothing
so many many I don't knows
together became I do
weighed down each word with destiny
and laid down each life to use
they will try to rob you blind
but don't forget you are already blind
with nothing to lose

echoes

 

and it changed like skin color season
when adrenalin shot through my veins
warmed my achilles heel and I ran
without pain without reason
and i heard the sound a second heartbeat
a third and another
louder not far away there was no echo
perfect the woman on sharp wooden feet
the man in the iron briefcase
they ran before me
beat their own path to the way inside my head
they were me I had never seen them before
you can learn : you cannot stop
the treadmills of the world
there is the quick and visceral way
the borrowed protracted seesaw lesson
might i recommend slow
and i watched their voices grew so mellow
with the years they ran in the same place
their hands so placid their sounds unkempt
and that perfection became an echo
with its struggle to be loved in just one way
I stopped and they faded

 

no truth no dare

 

I want to love you just a little
ysee not afraid of measures
not afraid my whole world waiting
riddle me this : hover spin return

yknow what he said
when i said
what he said
and I said
and then
and yet ...

I want to hold you
sometimes touch your back
as you're leaving
please ...

his love is like a falcon's lair
makes me swoop and fly
he holds a lock upon my hair
and I a captive inside

I want to be with you
especially even
when you don't
I want you in my life always

Shl we meet fr coffee smtime?

yeah right!

 

unlearning curves

 

do I have ten stones for you
when you pushed me to be
impossible from today
flawless in my major rent
no I had some words
around the fear of change
some blinkers on the moves
I made good with you watching
I made perfect with things
I was born to be
forgive the damage
but I needed so much time to see
that it takes my favorite enemy
to fix the flaws I shade
and burn the laws that fade
now I watch and learn
each day I give thanks
for every mistake we made
I never ran so fast
as when you showed me the way
every battle ram needs
a stone wall to break
thank you for a worthy war
for you, I will change