

Softly Drawn SongsI amSoftly Drawn Songs
A heart that’s breaking
Worn by waves that keep on taking
Layers torn and tossed
And a question you don’t answer
Becomes a lilting dancer
And makes her way across the floor.
I am
The pieces split up nicely
Flaking almost precisely
Pleading for the moment
I can let life forget a little more
Ground into the hardwood
Never the dancer’s sole
I am
Soft as talcum powder
Veins traced in the pattern
Mimicking every motion
Recorded in wood grain score


Snow AngelI look inside the window, at the snowflakes falling thereSnow Angel
They try so hard to stay aloft, but gravity’s a gentle snare
They seem unique and wonderful, but still they fall the same
I watch them as I wonder, they seem so very tame
Just floating down until they land, and cluster on the ground
Putting pressure on each other, still they make no sound Molding together effortlessly, their pressure making one
Waiting for the spring to come, so their winter will be done
I yearn to follow them, let the simple things take flight To be as one, forever one, we would not fear the ni


RebellionI offer this prayer To the stars (who are angels) And the people who will read the story.Rebellion
You will not endure forever
Won't you connect, with lightning bolts, the things that I say to the things that I mean?
There is no sun and there is no moon,
your eyes are golden.
The clouds you see are black,
hidden, Sealed in a vault; A sea of green life twists above you,
your God; a thought


The Peace of Wild FreedomI wake in the night with despair for the fate of the world in a land behind my eyes, feel it pulse like quartz in a cheap watch that coats the room in yellow blue goldThe Peace of Wild Freedom
swallow the see-saw between my ears, I want to hide in a book from the cold Leave this shaken body against a wall hung over, reeking of the wild freedom. I float on a bed of water trying to swim. I feel above me the wings of angels waiting with their knives.
I forget to breathe, and vomit the peace of wild things
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"A bird may love a fish, segnore...but where would they live?"
"Then I shall have to make you wings."
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"A bird may love a fish, segnore...but where would they live?"
"Then I shall have to make you wings."
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