Little childYou run in the streetI will crash my car Aware of the dangersOnly me in a sea of cars I hold you as you wiggleBut the cars pass People don't have the timeFor youLittle child You can't speakTo tell your storyBut to me little childYou are a pearl A black...
You sit there and crySqueezing your handstears on your cheeks I wishI couldMake the painGo away I wishI couldTell youIt makes you stronger But I can'tLie to you
Stopping at the storeTo pass the timeBroken wheelsAnd cold handsLines forever long Brilliant little flowers everywhereDripping dewRolling crystalline coreShattered in space Walk hand and handStroll around the stonesFind the centerRetrace An unknown rainstormCatching...
She told me it was lemongrassAnd you could taste itPull it up from the ground and there on the rootssee the little onions To see the world through a childIs an delightYou remember how much it teems with lifeeverywhere How the forever question isalways, why And you are...
To know pain is to know how close you are to reality.How you can touch noises to it's dark face.Inescapable.You live from this one perspective.It can only be shifted so far before it slides.And falls off. The only savior is in the destruction of ourselves.Or the...
The lost hours forgottenBetween the thingsWe must do Sitting and waitingis made awashbut it could be something new A thousand little sorrows at the endbecause each momentwas lost in oblivion Each moment is excellence yet discoveredA brilliant explosion waiting to...
The friction of beginningEating hours of timeStopped from expressingThe soul of mineReduce frictionand then just sing Forced to start,A trickle turns to a surgeThe damn breaksAnd the water flows.Feeding everything it touchesConnecting the apart We are only our...
The gentle willows by the pondCover me belowI will take your branchesStripping them of leavesWeaving a tapestryAnd tying string Water of green and fish of goldBumpy roads ridden overAs fast as I canWithout making mud Backward figure-eights to prove my skillBestowed...
Opening from my coreAllowing the river to flowTepid river, strands connect of silverVulnerability of creation It starts with the triggerQuiet - clickIPress awayItcreeps forward You must be mistakenPlease oh pleaseTurn away from the devil The frame of reality tilts and...