Mmmmm

She was tough as nails
He was sensitive like silk
Looking for a reason to love again
Find his voice and the power
To sing searching for the words

Living with uncomfortable moments
A solution to closure as none of them
Work well for living with the feelings
Stewing and gestating contemplating
Asking for an escort to usher these
Thoughts out さようなら(sayōnara)
Au revoir c-ya later alligator!
Take a break from the constant
Making it mean something

What’s my algorithm got to offer
Would you accept my hand
Take a nap with me
Or just lay here all day
Tangled up in a lot of
Nothingness

I hear the neighbors shouting
It reminds me of the peace
I currently have the privilege of
But sad eyes wonder why
Is it impossible to wait
Possessed by repeating
A similar self offense
Like pouring the same
Cereal out every morning
Into a bowl that I don’t
Really like or even
Want to eat

How many times to keep
Ourselves from doing it again?
Mmmmm

© GÄ

Meninges

Her brain can look
Far enough ahead
To answer the question
In a way that won’t
Bite her in the ass later

Should we then faint for the drugs?
What brings the stars wakes the sky
Whatever it takes!

We haven’t any headphones that
Could possibly capture the sound
Of the future clamoring back answers

Somehow she knew how to hear them

Might be the experience of
Disappointed results
Still hanging from the
Meninges

Prevention of duels
Gracefully worded
What was not said
Was safe in her shed
Of matter

Her brain could look
Far enough ahead

© GÄ

Swimming

Think straight the earth is
Moving underneath you
Things won’t always be stationary
Climb through the vines
Pass through the jungle
On your way we find
The most powerful revelations
Are still in store for us
To discover

We cannot uncover what is
Left to be found if we are
Stuck in the same place
On the ground and still
We need a rock to call home
Something to come back to
How do we then
In what way is it possible
A nomadic civilization
Sounds appealing but
We are creatures of habit
A necessary nature for
Routine a mole in a home

Home is where the heart is
I have been told
And our hearts are in our breasts
Last I checked
But how then do we find
The meaning meant our
Ancestors left for us
To open up the doors
Where hidden chimes
Ring this unquestionable
Answer to the footsteps
Of our lives?

© GÄ