i read the news today American army had just joined the war a crowd of people stood and stared but i just had to turn away i hear what they all say
i saw the news today he'd blown his mind out after the war a crowd of people turned away but i just had to look nobody was really sure if he was ours or theirs
a moment caught in the small reflection beauty found in light saturated leaves, his eyes, floating notes of Chopin spinning off lazily a bit of life, caught within itself, and its eyes looked at me and they were beautiful the world racing itself to understand how this all can be just so what a profound puzzle to be left with- to digest the bounds of our own existence to decide within this lawless universe what should and should not be as if our world does not exist in an infinite spectra of time and space our finite lives defined by passions and beliefs so strong we would cease to exist on their behalf as we so often do
we are consumed by our dreams in order to live this beauty is our saving grace
love in a foreign world
"I missed you" he says, the remnants of a smile creeping out of his voice yes, i suppose it's entirely possible I could have missed you too if I hadn't seen your call but a year later, here we are split second gaze held straight to oblivion in that moment cities of our future rest in entirely different worlds and white rum dipped words smoke up in jacaranda flames, that which love alone can transpose into hope
After all is said and done, After losing some battles and then trading away our tongues we stopped talking of sorrow Smiles slowly found our faces again. We laugh a lot, at our own mess. Things become beautiful, Even these gravel streets, these sparkling fragment fairies
fond farewell to a friend
immersed in the deep and rich array of green, summer light, glinting off his steel blade he flashes a grimace immersed in the moment, lifelong artifacts now a poignant reminder of passing time the young boy is suddenly holding everything he has in his hands as he walks out towards war the old piano, the moon and stars scattered in black and gold, white walls inked with memories all left behind he grimaces, even as family applauds head held high and proud, for now he must burden some destiny carried on through the coarse memories of all those before. the rooted, kind grimace of a kid, destined for a life no longer in his hands calmly, knowing the depth of these simple roots
It's said that a river Finds its way to the sea And like a river You will find your way back to me Beyond the borders And the thirsty lands Like a river...you say that love will find a way But love, I'm not a praying man And in love I cannot wait anymore -Miss Sarajevo
Cusco to Aguas Calientes
love-lies-bleeding it followed my footsteps with every beat on, face whipped, strung up high by the wind they call it Quilete, it's beautiful, they say, and on this earth it only grows here, deep in the Andes but I am out of breath and instead all I hear, beauty-pain-fuck. another man has passed me carrying my body weight on his back
Dead Woman's Pass high clouds, in wisps-the sacred flower of the Incas right now it is staring me down, daring me to falter another step don't let it beat you down into dank submission
Instead, let it enfold you Alkaloid, cocaine flames in my bloodstream take it all in deeply, and savor the burning incandescence as you swallow It was keeping me alive, or maybe just numbing the feelings altogether
Well, I sold my soul when we hit Sun Gate breathless-intoxicated-eternal fortress enfolded by clouds Minutes or hours had crawled by while we waited on the sun I had never before been so alive when the world had yet to rise Sweet, powerful ecstasy stronger than any drug
Left now with memories aging with beauty, my beat mind borne back ceaselessly into the past
He plays the piano
He plays the piano because at this point it doesn't matter who he has ever been before he sat down to play His finger tips play my mind games A soft crescendo into oblivion They revel in spring and in the depths of winter, the notes are timeless and so is he
a body thing, a soul thing
a brief flight from the reality of life a far off cosmic itch divinely fouled up all fire and air
it was like a bath of ice cocaine and rainbows a brief glimpse of ecstasy
Tokyo fever dream
Midnight. heartbeat synced to Tokyo sirens paramedics, ambulance, and police sing through demon hours I'm blank faced, flashing lights dance the ceiling shadows it could never be midnight without all this light
a billion people and a bloody smoke if I please gravel streets and sparkling fragment fairies where I walk mind your manners and watch where you spit, one day you'll wake up and know what we meant
dirty feet on dry grounds, bandage it with dirt if we get hurt stand up if you get hit, spit it out, then grin now hush, blow out the light, it's the reason you lose sight
Dearly
dearly beloved I miss you dearly when it rains The drops cannot penetrate my skin but The cold sinks deep inside Plants ice cold roots It makes me miss the sun
My dear We are gathered here today at this forgotten photo album Covered in dust It is our high school days Ice cold nights I miss it all dearly
For the nights are colder now my dear It has been raining for months The colors and the sky The soft petals of the bougainvillea outside my window All fading now Faded
Dearly beloved As we gather here on this dusty shelf, with dusty memories Fading now, I miss you I miss the missing and even those who are still here I miss you all dearly