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Burns like fever [ cry ]
Heart thumping [ sigh ]
Heat and fire [ breathe ]
Passion and lust [ believe ]
You look in deep [ me ]
I turn away from you [ see ]
Stamp
We are strangers [ dance ]
Locked in …

Everyone on the beach was barefoot, except me. My western upbringing had me looking between the yellowy black granules of sand and at the garbage that had been taken out to sea and that had fought it…

I thought that Dada was mad when I was told about the freedom of artistic leanings, we had been underground so long, yet this gumption that somebody held had set us free.

Free with my words not off w…

and i shall kiss that hand,
instead of lips,
for parting is best,
served cold.

and i shall raise my hand,
in that sweet goodbye,
for loving,
has grown old.

and i shall shout my words,
with whispers strained…

If I could float…
Upon the breeze…
Made by your sigh…
I would float for years…
On your sweet breath…
Until you sighed….
Again…

ah the moon,
it’s tidal pull,
a call to babes,
a lullaby lull,
it’s full face,
staring down,
perhaps I see,
the moon’s first frown,
for it sits lonely,
just a too far,
too distant from sun,
an…

be close with me,
like a slow dance,
to old style jazz,
swaying close,
pressed against,
our old clothes,
in that smokey room,
as the blues coats us,
in our dance hall swoon,
just two embraced,
arms entwined,
de…

The ability to create
A world where evil falls
in it’s quest for victims

and if i were so strong,
with hands of steel and lead,
I would carry you away,
never a word needed to be said,
I would hold you close,
until we were one,
I would light the dark,
be your blinding sun,
If I…

She is silver,
She is gold,
She is a story,
Yet untold,
She is pure,
She is true,
She is something,
So new,
She is old,
She is wise,
She is honest,
With few lies,
She is bitter,
She is sweet,
She is a champion,
In …

once the sky was only dark,
no light amongst the grey.
once the wind screamed with cold,
as if it was to stay.
once the birds were silent and hushed,
no song in the trees.
once the flowers never bloomed,
no…

In dreams,
she walks on lilies,
on petals white like snow,
as if she were dancing softly,
gracefully on tips of toe.

In dreams,
she sings of springtime,
of streams of melting snow,
of life refreshed and nou…

Once there was a rabbit, though he preferred to be called a bunny. Perhaps it was because bunny sounded better than rabbit…or cuter at least. He was not a bunny. His tail was not fluffy, but wo…

A blue sky
A starry night
The trees alive
The meadow sweet grass
The smiles and laughter
Hand of your love
Or hand of a child
Rain clensing
Wind refreshing
being small
But never too small
Hardships overcome
Warm…

the sun was awed by beauty,
the night blinded by light,
the stars blinked in amazement,
as she came into sight.

the birds sang her praises,
the crickets played violins,
the music there to please her,
to to…

as i stare into the past
with this breath that is my last
i think of things left behind,
and wonder what i will find
in churning thoughts of regret,
of people lost that i have met
of friendships left witho…

reaching with tentative fingers,
splayed open to grasp
an invisible thought
lingering long
in memory.

standing on toes tipped with hope
to raise ones body further
than that which started
so long ago
haunted.…