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Double Hearts

Loving life to the fullest
No fear of dying
Cause I’ve got you by my side
Always trying
To get closer to our childhood
When you’re not here
It’s what I’m fantasizing of
Holding you close
Wishing I had a chance
Heartwarming the summit
Our potential experiment
Talking through the vale
Depending on the weather
I found a pair of socks
That remind me of you
I think I only wore them
When I was with you
The summer before you left
Or did I leave?
It’s unclear two beating hearts
In two different places
Without a choice

A Long Wind

Can’t undo the past
What’s done is done
Make a new moment
That lasts longer for the
Imagination is
Much more brilliant
Than a few telephone wires
You try to love me
But it feels like you don’t want me
Maybe that’s just your style
You try to love me
But it feels like you don’t want me
Been hoping this would change for awhile
Now all we have are distant
Memories of the past
Some of them broken
Some built to last
And even if we were to gravitate
Our coping would end up
Where we were the time before
Because we can’t undo the past
What’s done is done
And now new moments wait for us
Even with all the words
That could’ve said the best
Our trust revoked a bitter test
Is there a lifetime for this one
Or is it just what’s done is done
Maybe the safety that we harbored
For our future will end up
Meeting us somewhere that hurts less
And the best will be the best
We can just forget the rest
Your voice is warm but
Your words are cold
You try to love me
But it feels like you don’t want me
Some people say things
That come out different
You try to love me
But it feels like you don’t want me
Where’s the beginning
Wanting to return there
Back to the place where
We had more fun
When fun was fun
Before what’s done is done

Deeper Thoughts

Entangled with the horns
Of a bull and the heart of a whale
A little rough and tumble
I’m not sad. This is art.

I’m trying to get closer to my memories
& the harder I swim the faster they come

I feel remorse about fatal occurrences
Especially those which I cannot prevent

Even totally unrelated to me personally
And out of my control
In someone else’s corner

Occasionally defeated

Still I am full
Still I am unprepared
Still I am resilient

Redeeming the world in a happier light
Crops up a broken morning
Resisting AI by the grace
Of my Buddha-head
And a dream filled bed
Of possibilities

Hue and Cry

I wail out to the pain
Of what we could’ve been
Some other mesmerizing forecast
Than the doubt we ended up as
Goodbyes are hindered
By the inability of our hellos
And echos of nothing are
Screaming in the absence
Of a love that dreamed of
Being born before the end of
Every future tomorrow that
Hangs waning in the distant sky
Like an unattainable star

Gormless

Is it willfully deceitful
Or incompetently deceived
Perfectly washed over in
Shadows of new light
Peeking through the branches
Careful not to disturb the
Already balanced sun behind you
Morning moon still awake
From last nights gathering
Potentially warm on the inside
If my neck can feel the heat
From the rays of today
Perhaps there is yet another
Half of this life to live
Supposing that it is almost
Foolish to think otherwise
In other wisdom it’s
Just the way uncertainty
Attempts to cry out
In a louder voice
Undefined

Compass

Does it make you feel good
To make me feel bad
I asked the man
The corporate band wagon
Inappropriately ensuing hate
Don’t give your goodness away
Push forward by the
Fire within you
They will try and harm you
In deceitful ways
Smash you on a Friday night
So you can’t call on the weekend
Dig a hole into your pride
Gaping wide
At the end of the day
They can’t stab you in the heart
If your heart keeps on beating
For the right reasons
For the truth that still defines you
Be sincere to the fire that burns where
Deep inside you a reminder
Of your internal light
Will lead the way

Flying

Watching the grass blow on television
If I had wings would I still choose to walk
Questions I don’t often ask out loud
There’s talk on the street that
It’s better to walk than to run but I
Can’t stop thinking about flying and
What we often see as beautiful
Knowing it can also be quite treacherous
Nobody can prepare for that
What we do not know will happen
Come what may in a coterie of plays
Someone hacking away at our gardens
Unexpectedly behind our backs
Take for example this scenario
I give my consent to you
To touch me any way that you want
Insecurity is not my best quality
Confidence suits us better really, what then?
More to do on the outside of the village
I’m taking notes for my journey beyond
Even though I’ve been through it all
To laugh more and to listen to the
Sound that water makes against the shore
Recall the tone of the most favorite voice
I ever heard on earth be it a rainy day or
However the last thought goes through
My head before bed I enter into a dream

Having One

Do you ache for me
The way my love aches
To be held by you
Wrapped up in
A teenage dream
Crying now would
Just be silly
Waiting for you
Practically abysmal
A bottomless pit
Of sorrowful sniveling
Would ruin our dessert
I’m incapable of false
Promises or
An illusive semblant
A tall hat to throw you off
My actual height
Is probably the best
That I can do
And this frosting… please
Have a bite of my cake

Plant Another Rose

I just want the fun parts
If you come back
Can you leave
The bad parts behind
You know that
Everybody loves you
When you’re dead
Why do we have to leave
For people to notice
How special it was?
The bed’s not even cold yet
And there’s already
Somebody else in it
I guess it doesn’t matter
Who it is just as long
As there’s somebody in it
I’ll take my chances
Refuse to settle
Plant another rose
Wait for the right one

Wishing

I used to love to sing
But I’m not singing anymore
Nor playing the piano
I also favored a good run
But haven’t run in ages
I wonder sometimes
If the pavement misses me
Hiding in my shell
Wish that I had someone to
Wish about at the wishing well
Someone to
Love or recognize the things I do
There was a time before you
Now it’s eerily quiet outside
And my mothers cold recants
Often make me laugh
If I could follow the path
Of my mind I might find
The nectar I’m trying to write
Into words a sweet pulp
Or guide like an
Intelligible handbook
On life