(2013)
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
