Preposterous Monsters
The giving tree is in the living room
They come out of nowhere with truculent nonsense and unrelated comments to help win arguments
It is easy to win when you use rules to draw the boundaries of your victory
But emotions will abate and thoughts will race to no place
I used to wonder why I did
As if devising a device would uncover what is
As if hands could fold the ocean swift and taut
like the bed of a soldier, over and over, and dissever the world with the precision of Masamune's crowning creation.
The fool in the painting is fainting while painting,
the mirror is complaining...
It's most entertaining
There are no hostages to take and one should
never hold themselves hostage
This cumbrous game where you seek and seek,
hassling reality for the sake of ingenuity and
veiling awareness away from action and creation
must cease...
But not from me
Where lines allure they surely blur
With time to mind the mind abjures itself to find the world that is
And finds the world cannot exist
But that leaves a bigger woe
For those that believe what they were told
I'll accompany you down this lonely road
For I know the ends it goes
But I must disclose
I do not know
Some say that time passes
But can you feel time pass?
Perfectly still
Time mimics
There is no real movement within it.
Succinct City
Language
Trapped in thought
Unable to express
Now
Without categories
Illusions
We can only speak the past
If we think to speak
And there is no future
That can be spoken
For once spoken
The future is past
You can speak of your heartbreak
Of your greatest love
But you are only speaking in thought
You are only speaking of what has past
And there is no love there
The only love is here
For if your love is in the past
You are thinking
You are suffering
Because you have left love
You are not the thoughts in your mind
Love would never degrade itself
To fit inside of your conceptions
Love is here always
It is only your mind that moves
In clay caverns she breathes among the shivering
The tongues of steam strain and sigh
This where never goodbyes
This where nothing unwinds
All of existence left behind quivering
As barren mind engulfs
And ideas gasp and die
The calm that never subsides
Love can open eyes
Free from ideas about eyes
And when you look into
For too long
Love appears
The other
That defines you
But who can never be defined
By you
east infinity
You can gamble on forever
Or if you want to, never
But all in between
Could only be a dream
In a world that seems
Although it has no seams
We hope they will be seen
So one can claim a prize
Seen with adoring eyes
Because we love to know
But details are not wholes
And maps of them have holes
A thing is out of control
If it is the only thing we know
You can't know what you are
If all you are is all you know
So now you are another thing
And now this gives you time to think
And that is all we ever do
And this is how it made you
The thing that you will always seek
Is not outside or inside sleep
Is not a place that you can see
Out of reach eternally
The best is to be in between
Maybe at east infinity
That's where you can find me
Counting sand on the beach
At that time, at the time in question
If you are present
If you have good intentions
If you explore your dreams
If you maintain control of your body
If you develop your intellect
If you detach from desiring
If you still your mind
If you relax your being
If you create
If you attain extreme focus
If you see the child in all
If you feel things you don't see
If you understand duality
If you know the unchanged remains
If you respect all life
Without discrimination
Would write of Fall when it came around
Easy enough
Chilly coughs and licorice tattoos
Rapid decline into Saturn's combine
Trailing sky arrows
Shooting symbols of nothing simple
At the youngest age
Knew there was a riddle to solve
How?
x 2
Pushed into numbers and notes
Leftover roads
To mold the cold into plan
And destiny into sunsets and credits
Where nobody leaves their seat
Love allows exploration
Because it isn't afraid
Always return
Never sunburn
And immunities to spare
Now
Colder than chaos
Staring at stars
Open one up
And see what's inside
They Chased Electron Clouds
Ah, the clovers
The search
More than anything
Under restless canopies
Crouching meditations
Fungal sensations
Laughing atmospheres managing camouflage
And we as the chatter of cat's teeth
Gleeful rhetoric of the make believe that some still play,
But seriously
We told lies in saunic garages
And saw the immediate repercussions
Because children do not devise
They channel the mind of All
And win their cases outright
As is their birthright
Unbridled enthusiasm
Churning motives turning sour
Adding sugar
Turning sweeter
Purer
Nothing artificial or extracted
Not by insect or smile
But by the atom
Funneling fibonacci's
Into empathetic nucleons
The glue is you
But can't be seen
As children laugh, run, and scream
The Cocoon Clock
Born into the ocean
Stubborn shell hiding the potential within
A world in theta
Imagining
Good things
But then worries
Fears
That our great ideas
May not come to pass
So we wrap the future
With comfortable nooses
But not too tight
Only enough to protect
Our investment
Another with no voice
Yet
The Sun wraps itself around it
As the ocean slowly rolls it along
And others pile on
As days carry on
Sheltered infinity
Covered completely
Because we are afraid
So infinity walks alone
And others stitch themselves
Onto it
But these restraints become tired
And it feels there may be more
Than the shroud it has worn
So infinity begins to unwrap
Digging through fears
Stripping away conditions
Rules
Regulations
And infinity finds
Every idea supplants another
Another uncovered
Another discovered
So it lets them all go
And now we can see a shape
The paths of planets
Galaxies
Fibonacci
Intimately encased
The shoreline breaks
And here where we end and begin
Can never know a face
But now we can finally see
Infinity
And not some thing we created
But what ever it wants to be
We are together when we are alone
There is another who is always with you
Sometimes you can feel it
Usually as a child
Sometimes you will see it
When stressed or barren
Most make it go away
And attempt to complete their self
With half of their self
But corners are all that they find
Dead ends or winding roads
And isn't that all there is, anyhow?
But to be together
Wherever we may go
Or, at least, to know that companions exist
Even when alone
All alone
The roots of all loved
As sketched in stone
Some can pay attention
Some remember when all was show
But then they wanted us to control
To control us
And for us to control
But the other kept trying
To let us know
That all we were taught
Isn't always
Necessarily
So
But onward we froze
And felt we were old
As we were born
On electrical turns
To feel we are moving
As we stifle in traffic
And listen to sounds
Of the darkest magick
Into alone where paradox remains
It comforts us from incredible age
With fires that give birth to infinite play
As we comprehend the lay of the land
But moving
Is an illusion
And now forever ends
Over and over
And over again
Stunning Slumber
Crests in the crowd,
Against the wall,
Right now,
Meet you at convergence;
The gulls flickering.
You strike quite a fine
Line in retrospect,
Well worth the effort,
Nothing is separate;
They delay us.
Curling together
In every direction,
I am defined by you;
The space around
Which Science pursues;
I am infinitely caught
Inside of you.
Bend me at your will,
Divide me up
And identify me;
Eternally.
You are just a dream;
A dream which I can breathe.
CreateOr
Soon
Nothing will be true
Similar to how the entity functions
As a theory
Building boxes
Out of circles and triangles
What do you want to be?
A Theory
An Idea
The Idea
We CreateOr help to
The white ghosts
Hide in empty dens
In large homes
Alone
But secure
They are managing
They are profiting
Off of what is now gone
Their profit
Is their loss
The creation is an idea
The idea is never implemented
Their profit is freedom from creation
Their profit is freedom from life
Their profit is living death
To know the look in another's eyes
When you have impressed them
With your creation
Is Life
Incarnate
White Ghosts are Death
So they will die
When we see them as such
And celebrate creation
Instead of corporation.
Justhat
What I see is not just that,
I can see the verge
Of throttled complexity.
Numerically scattered,
Chaos of pattern;
What You do...
To the matter.
Crests can hang on
Like the surfer of them,
Riding Ourselves,
Writing Ourselves.
I've seen a lot;
What I see is not just that.
What was it
That brought it all together?
Did we do this...
You and I?
Triumphantly entangled,
We hardly know each other,
Disguised in symbols.
We only see
JUSTHAT.
We evoked each other,
I saw it on a screen;
Somebody wrote it,
Made it real.
Somebody scored it,
Made it feel.
Pieces of every thing
Reel by reel.
Oh, The games we will play
When the play comes to an end;
When we explode into children's laughter
And only see just that.
To Be Seen
Reverb
Remember
The lines of December
Forever started not long ago
But down into storms
The tables worn from memories
Overturned
Submerged
The depths
Of depth
As an idea and not reality
So we don't have to stop
Unless you think to
But who creates sand worn tumbling stone?
And isolated thrones that stand for epochs in mind?
Engraved images we dissect
To look for cave drawings on atoms
Electrons
And under language we erect the ideals
Enforced
But waves crash and edges are revealed
To be the weakest invention
In the mind of a man
You see
All she wants is to be seen
Because she can never really be
On everything you etch
Is the background
Around every star
Her allowing light to shine
She defines your definitions
Her space creates your words
Your structure
And shame on you for ignoring her
All she wants is to be seen
Our first mirror
Carver of stone
Hot or cold
Our lives are owed
And yet there are still many secrets
That water holds
May
May I see from eye to eye
May I dive into the lives
Over and around
May I come back again?
I
Seem to happen twice,
Today
And 'that one night'
And as we were asleep,
May one day sleep would cease.
May I curl your cautious scent?
Unravel hearts content?
And as you walk with me
May you take me if you need.
May we strobe echoed fluff
And never have enough,
And all at once emit,
May we tease another twist?
Faintly Painted
We were toys laying around
on a Sunday morning
losing to the Sun
a little colour
everyday
a little more worn
and on and on
soon gone
for long
very long
but not this morn
for now we lie here
with smiles faintly
painted on
Vibhuti (Glorious Form)
We felt it as the after math
Visual geometry
Encased singularity
In place of what is real
The past is the past
But the smallest can undo
What we have done
Inside suns they count and run
But as stars they pry imagination
And we become so clever
As the watch knows its time
And that is all that counts
Although placeholders smirk
At the novelty of all
Obvious background
The stage consumed inside of thought
But all is consumed inside of naught
All of our heroes are made up of zeros
As we define the knot combines
And winds itself
Elastic time
And if we could defy
Then lose yourselves
And never sail the lines of planes
And never tread platonic shapes
The void is now
The only place
Everything else is mirrored face
Through Fingers
I'll never tell you what you want to hear
And I'll never really say what I mean
But I will be the silent witness
Your eyes as photography
Your mind as my dark room
Both of you
I'll rejoice in the pain
As I will never feel it
But I will endure the love
For it will never be mine
Watching from the shelves that you cannot reach
Yet
Words
Be aware of your thoughts; they are your own
Your thoughts create your ideas of reality
Your thoughts can attach or detach you from this shared reality
All of your internal suffering is born from your thoughts
Tend to them as if they were innocent children;
Gently, and at times firmly, leading them in their growth.
Be wary of your words; they belong to the world
Your words are co creators of this reality
Your words bind you to the reality that you experience
All of the suffering in the world is born from words
Tend to them as if they were nuclear weapons
Tend to them as if they were Fort Knox; holding vast riches in gold
Our words are spells
Our words create the world; they can also destroy
Be wary of your words.
WB
...Get the feeling I've already lived my life and died
I'm just back looking for some clues to something I forgot;
Somehow
...But I don't know where or when the clues are so I have to
relive every mundane detail until I figure it out.
...Bunches of lights on a department store
Bone faced driver
Three or four identical houses
Man pumping gas
Girl in car
Wide angle fade to the back
Get up kids.
January's Pearl
I finished a book the other day
It was a short story
And nothing really happened
Of note
Immersed in its simplicity
I was lost
My imagination leading me
I found a character
And it became my symbol
And I became it
Of course,
I found you in there
And I lost myself
In another
In a fiction
Similar to you
But not really
I wanted these characters
You and I
Symbols of the real
To be real
To be together
To be one in love with the other
So I kept reading
And nothing happened
And I know
I could have just torn the rest of the pages out
I could have rewrote the story
And these characters
These Personas
Would have found love
In my creation
But
I didn't
I just kept reading
To my dismay
They never did find love
Though I tried...
Though my character tried...
It was a simple story
And not much really happened
In the book
I could have changed that
But
I didn't
I finished a book the other day
And then got on with my life
Esrever
What a way to end the night
Asleep in a desperate forest
So close to falling snow,
So close they wither.
What we have seen...What we have done;
Can never be summed.
The oddest prime couldn't separate
For we are implied by each other;
Starstruck in this calm resonance
Where counting becomes time.
Give me the sun,
One hand in my pocket, heaven in my skin;
I smell the soft horizon,
Realize I'm never really aging.
Life plays a game
It knows
It hides;
Some can find.
These aren't moments easily forgotten;
They are echoes
I'll see you again;
There,
Then,
Or someone else.
We fall into the aether deliberately,
Eyes open when closed for good;
Gazing into each other we know...
It may be a while.
What a way to end the night,
So close they wither.
Lye
They lay down once every day
Amid clamouring chores
They drink of numb regressions
And stumble over hearts
And lie down to wash it away.
They entice the irrational
Along cluttered definitions
They submit to submission
And make tracks off trails
And lie to make it go away.
They love in pieces
When it suits their leisure
They hide in theatre
What they want to say
And lie silently together to end each day.
They squirm in placidity
With scientific fabrication
And proper documentation
Erasing all the doubts that survive
When they lie down everyday.
TOEME
Spied between you during a kiss
The other
Another
Dropping in to finalize this
We wonder
It's slumber;
Gone over our under.
There are as many as you,
As I,
Them too.
The stabbing of drums
Enticing equilibrium;
As westing sets on,
An0ther looks on.
The source of complete dreams,
Entropic seasons;
Limits
Legions
Grasping for fleeting;
Harassing the Sun,
Some others count on.
What occurred?
A line to blur?
And from where it came?
We gave it a name;
Perfection of irony.
Still wandering globes
Praying for periphery.
Why do they dress you up when you die
I knew you from a letter unopened
I remember the place underneath the highway
Struck matches
Woven tapestry
No speed limit signs in sight
Your toothy grin
Err, great smile
Fight and flight
Wrapped in a towel under the bed
Too young to fly alone
Without feeling misunderstood
I found the hints you dropped
Scattered all around I'm surprised I missed them
I guess nobody was listening
I guess nobody does
Empty vessels drifting in a sea
Drifting into another other
Maybe like you but distinctly not
You
I remember it was October when you turned your head
The other way
But I knew about the dual
And instead of giving it away
I gave it all away
That's what was said
I guess
Nobody was listening
Greater than or equal to
We live sober, huddled in corners,
with wristwatch heart attacks
swallowing us as a late night snack.
Sarcasm is the precursor to knowledge
which then precedes
the greatest depression celebration
of all time.
The villains are all cooler because
we haven't invested any imagination
in our heroes; it's all our fault really -
the identified I's.
We used to wake in the sunlight
sleepy and unencumbered
but the stories we know now make us aware
of every blood vessel under our control.
I'd love to learn your name again,
to not know but have the desire to.
I'd love to wonder where you are
and lose myself in the whirl of possibilities.
I'd love to consider how you look at me
and study probabilities in my dreams.
But I mostly wish we could meet again
so I could know there is more than this.
They Run
They run as soon as they can walk
The zest we left behind
Now a performance for us to behold
With a proud tear in our eye
Their whole being
Gives us meaning.
They run on first days
And we know what will eventually come
Huffing, Grunting, I think I'm sick
New shoes wear old so very fast when you run.
And love comes easy
With them around
And as time passes
They long for the love
Family can't give
And once again they run
New love
Excitement
And we watch with a tear in our eye
Knowing their heartbreak is just around the corner
So they run home to the love they have left
And their heartbreak is ours
POP
POP
POP
They run
And we don't understand
And it is not easy
To understand
With tears in their eyes
They run from guns
And we run to them
As fast as we can
Even walking single file...
They run
And they All come home.
Years go by and they
Will become us
And they will run
For office
And they will run
Our universities
Our corporations
Our world
With love
They will run
Three in the mourning
It twists to unwind
But that's never why
We can read the person speaking
The words don't mean a thing
Don't you see
You haven't read a thing
You have heard it
It was spoken
Not written
These lies we decide
Unraveling chaos
The limits of the infinitesimal
Begging budgets for bargaining chips
Selling themselves to those who bring war
We do not mourn at three in the morning
Though it seems so barren
The Sun soon rises
And weapons won't work
When you can see yourself
Instead of pretending to read what you hear
If you could look yourself in the eyes
There would be a chance
When men make deals they dance
But All is a game of chance
And All can reshuffle the deck
At any time, All or One
And very few have seemed to figure out why
They are talking to themselves through I
Turning the Fires
Uneducated matter
Accidentally evolving flat tires
And when we stop the spirals spin
To the ground;
Our identity we lost track of
In the glow of false moons
Where everything is nothing
And All is consumed.
We already counted the infinite
We already know the answers
The proof is that we are here
Some think the numbers created themselves
And claim that we couldn't do the same
But they have yet to find any thing
And still we remain.
I can light the midnight fire
And see the crosses in every scene
Star showers to serenade
The controller of dreams.
If you catch a bullet and swallow it
Watch it come out the other side
I promise you won't die
You've only found yourself
At a period or comma
The end of a line
The beginning of greater ideas
On the other side
Closure is the one thing you can never have
But is all that you seek
Because you think that an ending can last forever
And maybe it can
And if that is so
You are here
Right
Now
We don't know
Into listening dissipating
Crying lame complaining
We keep writing
Into the soft attractions
And confections demure
To push into pursue
And we can write that too
Better than the feelings
Love turns bland
Outside poet's hands
And men defend
And cry inside
But some will write
Not wonder why
We can end seams within reason
Using reason
Counting seasons
Calculating horoscopes
Into astrophysics
And Vedas into atomic musings
Using number supreme
And we can write that
And make better sense of it than
You
Who can only think into mirrors
Can only dream overheard stories
And movie scenes
And repressed memes
Psychological seeds
We see through that
And bring back
The after math
Where echoes stack
Upon warm laps and finger traps
Where we can watch what we write
Into inverse light
New moon
Winter solstice
On other sides we type on the Sun
Illuminating tendril symbols
Until crystals can't sit still
The lines shine silver electric
Faster than entanglement
The patterns are changing
And growing in flow
The things that can be spoke
To write what we know
Is only for show
To play with ego
In past's shadow
We can write like robots
Of everything we were told
But we can take this much further
And write what we don't know
Thoth's Return
Crickets stiletto their eyes
Learning harmonious involution
Only human if soon then to movement
Solutions improvement
I listen but who sent them in denial
A beginning senile and devoured
Entering into the fascist candyland
Swing from inside to insidious
Sweeter than carnivorous
And only us cuts into the nothing
Pulling on ears that barely listen
The answers are here and there
And there
But you make definitions
Conditions
Aware that nothing proven
Would be believed
And though you live it
And give it eyes
And create to sunrise
And die to unwind
You won't see what can't be seen
You made it that way
But there are others
And they have ways
And you are never safe
But always saved.
We wanted to breathe
Hurried breathes of the collapse of waves
In digits we obscure
In digits we bathe
Consorts and Enemies
Sunsets and Plague
Pieces of All
One and the same
Remember when we created the Gods?
Drawing lines; fretted background
The collapse of waves?
We always loved to draw
So triumphant were we in our skills
The real world lacked the required space.
Soon we witnessed the distance
Folding over
Sentient, but learning
We lived in a pocket
We hatched novice storylines
We wanted to breathe
Deeper
Patience molds light
We will return to the topic: always at hand
Certain anomalies will profit
Leaving us unbarred
With plenty of space to draw
This Stupid Creation
I didn't realise the beginning
Of the fraying
I didn't have the appetite
The drowning chaos
My hands bound
By my tongue
I promised I wouldn't use them again
The words
All the damage done the last time
You said it wasn't time
But everything is
Here
In this context
You probably had a context
I wouldn't know
I didn't realise what was being said
That's what love is
Not paying attention
What of your eyes anyhow?
The more I look
They are really just a bunch of numbers
Calculated by some masturbatory deity
We usually don't say that though
Don't piss off the loner
With nothing to lose
The world has stopped
Celebrating
This stupid creation
This only show in town
And now comes the part
Where our creator will turn to each of us
And say
"You think YOU can do better?"
And our creator will let us try
And we Will do it better
Just like our creator had planned
All along
You can never rule over a world that you create
Your Art does not belong to you
It is only released from you
If you try to hold onto it
It will suffocate
Two ways to the cipher
Nobody knew
And simple is true
Nothing is a mosaic
You can crave it
Pray to it
Be entertained in it
Where nobody knows
Who the algorithms chose
We directed them
The outcome
Always one step removed
But nobody knows
Because they chose
For us, choices are directions
To tell us where to go
Parts of us are in repose
Where nobody is alone
We found the water
And fought it all day
But it would not resist
Only coolly kiss
Openness
Vast as mind in creation
These days we walk common
In reflection
Blanketing our shivering mess
With more quivering dress
Yet days between
Balance beams
And nobody knows
The child who grows old
What is love?
To answer this we first must start with understanding the question
What
- used as an interrogative expressing inquiry about the identity, nature, or value of an object or matter
- used as an interrogative expressing inquiry about the identity of a person; or about the character, nature, occupation, position, or role of a person
We are beginning the question by attempting to define the subject as something material or conscious.
Fine, let us proceed knowing the context
Is
- equal : homogeneous : uniform
- present tense third-person singular of BE
We are equating the aforementioned material or conscious subject with
Love
To define love
Which is not the question we are asking
May seem impossible
But surely you know it
In an embrace amid the tears
In memory's smiles
And you want to say it
Don't you
But it is hard to say
To admit what the definition of love is
I know what it is not
And that is unaccompanied
Even memories rely on another
And if all we were was one
Then we could not know love
So love is dependence
On difference
And this is difficult
That the white would not know love
Without black
Love is separation
Separation within unity
So I think we have found the answer to
Our question
What is love?
And that is to remove the question mark
And state
What is love.
They grieve what is left, not what is gone
Faint with me
Unexpected outcome
Resistance to change
Etched faces in memories
Again and again
Stay with me
And let's go on and on
And never conclude
Rising dawns lowering arms
Interlude
I only see them when we die
Side by side
Quaking lives
In laughter's cries
The gods have eyes
It's too late for you and me
And all of them
Shedding electrons and shuffling circles
Social Economical
The world is changing
Everyday
Every way
You can make this your game
And with great defense, maintain
But one day you'll change
Or be holding remains
I've got to go an hour or two early
Somewhere else
I know, I love it here
But somewhere else
To push into
To discover the new you in another
Who couldn't be you
Because I didn't want you to change
Or be holding remains
Treading Avatars
Saints words
Not heard
When arrives after forgotten duration
Long before
Where the end was comprised
Once realised
One cell lies under all
Keepers console the edges that rewind
As tribes of lives interlace
Pacification race
To lost places seen in late night simulacra
Where past is seen
Pulling at the future
Criss
Cross
Now, never lost
But thought will be thought
Anxious about in between
But where can we go from here to there
But in between here and there
Right now
And when we arrive
We can be seen
As having arrived
Or still
In between
WARNING - KEEP BACK INFINITE METRES - WARNING
If you are here
I know where you came from
And I know the way to go from here
I also understand what you had to go through
To get here
I'm not sorry but I understand
I know you understand
But it needs to be said
There isn't much longer to go
And now all we can do is witness
The evolution of revolutions
The exponents that grow
Into out of control
At the feet of the mountain
That is the idea rising
Know that what we report
Will be lasting images
And these will tun into geometry
And these will sleep for eternity
And these will explode from singularity
Into self similarity
Into self similarity
Into self simulacra
Time's up
But we aren't done yet
All that is left is for us to forgive
Then forget
We write what we know
or what we've been told
But all that we know
is all we've been told
Some use large words to express uncomplicated things
Some use simple words to express complex things
The most sorry waste of one's time
Is wondering about the motivations and contents of another's mind
Space is the most important thing
Save yourself
But do not save
Your self
…Only always
Only a poet knows what it is like to question every single thing that you are
and every single thing that you create
For every single line
Every single rhyme
Every single time
We feel when we can't see
I wish I could take you with me everywhere I go
So, I do
You can't use words when
the words are always using you
Two Know
War is what happens when boys decide to act like men
Playing games they think a grown up would
Very serious
No fun
All action
No imagination
Spoiled children spitting rhetoric
Expecting all to fall
In line
But I don't listen to the orders of children
I will laugh at their antics
Let them think they have control
And watch hypocrisy chase those who identify
Arguments are as such
Dualities have two sides
Join one and you define the other
All you do is reinforce
You can't stretch your body
If you flex your muscles
So scared of losing the self
The cardboard prop you hide behind
So invested in how much time you spent designing it
Cardboard will swiftly wash away
And you will have to come up with something else
Or you will have to be yourself
And it is hard to be yourself
It's hard to not really know much of anything
Aside from your own experience
You can't hide behind the words and ideas
Of your personal savants
You have to sit down
With no calculator
No compass
And figure it out for yourself
Then you will know who you are
When you can do all of this
Without the help of others
The others
Who make up your self
Then you will know who you really are
Isn't this why you came here?
We Are The Shapes
As swift as nimble and everywhere
But no place
Can't be touched
But the life can be exhumed
From the inside of you
And from the inside of you
Is where things are confused
You aren't really you when you are you
But what you do becomes you
What you witness
Be,comes from inside of you
And these can be touched
The intangibles are the most real
When you are not comfortable
When you are full of passion
In between is all there is
But the mistake is made of in between
In between is not the middle
It is beyond the edges
Where two things become one
In paradox we lie
You count
And we keep counting
You answer
And we ask
Why?
The difference is that you stop
But the interval does not
We are the shapes
You are the things
We are the patterns
Composing the wind
Whatever you grasp
Isn't the same
As the feeling of grasping
A shape unnamed
The interval remains
=
I am
What you say I am
But what if I don't understand
These things you say I am?
And what if you don't understand
From where these words came?
You are
What I say you are
How does it make you feel?
What if you don't understand
What I said you are?
Do you know who I am
Without you saying who I am?
Do you know who you are
Without saying who you are?
You see thoughts
But I see you
And when I see you
Then I can see me
And all that I am
Because of you
So my promise to you
Is to never speak
The things that I don't want you to be
Was
She claimed the last flower
In December ocean's wave
Cried for days
We rearranged
The time has come for taking time
Making hers for autumn sun
The lies would eventually come
But not until we set the summer
The children dress for pastel sugars
And they would see each other's eyes
When they smiled
The days that wake for March
She knew that she wanted to see through circles
They knew the first smile they caught
Was the beginning
Was the end
String Theory
Looking back I realize
You did exactly as I wanted
My marionette
I loved you too much
To refuse you the role of the villain