Sunday, August 31, 2008

Free to Roam

If we were bigger
The size of mountains, snow capped and foggy
Maybe we would be able to see
The horizon wouldn't seem so far away
And the sky would be our neighbor
Topping us off with snowflakes
From time to time
Maybe we would be heard
Our stomachs grumbling with the earth
We would be of the earth
We would be the earth
If we were smaller
The size of ants, maybe less
Maybe we would be able to survive
Hunting for food when food is everywhere
Beneath our feet, under our noses
Maybe we could stay hidden
From all the wild beasts
Who wouldn't look like beasts to us
Just mountains roaming
Or giants orbiting
We would be of the earth
We would be the earth
If I am the size you say I am
Then the mountains are the giants
Staying put in their thrones on the earth
Then the ants are that small
So much farther from the sun
Then I do hear
The earth grumbling
When it rises
Waking up to cater another long day
If I am on the earth
Then the earth ages the same as I
Only one side sleeps as the other wakes
If I am the size you say I am
Then I am of the earth
Then I am the earth

Thursday, August 28, 2008

I am the same

I am the small bird you think I am
I can scream as loud as you think I can
You are not mistaken when you speak my name
I am the same, I am the same
I am exactly who I am
I can do what I believe I can
I know me by my name
It is my life, I am the same

White Rooms

I am wrong
About all that happened
I am wrong
About my life
I am small
I can't help it
I am small
Help me please
I can't breath
My world is turning
So is yours
But I can feel mine
It is spinning
Making me dizzy
Making me dizzy
Making me fall
Can you run
Run to catch me
Before I land
Face down
Its okay
If you drop me
I can't feel
It wont matter
In a while
It wont matter
When the wounds heal
When we remove
All the safety bandages
And I show you
All my scars
It will be okay
I can forgive
I already have
Just don't leave me
They are all watching
From their white rooms
Watching us act
Act as fools
When we die
And we stop acting
They will watch
What remains of us
When we return
To stardust
And that is all
We are the same
What is the difference
Of my skin and your skin
There is nothing
We are the same

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Little Cottage On the Side of a Hill

We are so psychic
Right now
After midnight
At the bottom
Of
A
Bed
Wearing curls and braids
Talking about
sisters
And friends, your the only
Friend I've ever known
I can't read
In the silence that I've made
In agreement
That everything in life
Needs a second coat
With thoughts
Deep thoughts
That never seem to surface
Stuck inside
Shit
Draw a picture
Do not cry
Just tell me why
That you don't know
I'm analyzing
You
And scrutinizing
Every stroke
Of your brush
Under my microscope
In my mind
Can you speak, girl
Does your mouth work
And your mind
The black hole
Of leather bound books
And faces you once knew
Swimming
In a glass half full
Of rum
Those you've known
Those you haven't
Those you've given life
Those you've cast in shadow
In a field of end
Ending
Ending now, field
Green, green grass
Alone
Once time has stopped
Time is forever
All the time in the world
To think things over
Over and over again
Heaving sighs of relief
And distress
Leaving bubbles In your lung
You don't know them
Is life even real?
I need to know
Give me an answer
Hold me comfort me in your arms
I need reassurance
Just don't mind
I'm reading
I'm starving for
A cure
To feed my hunger
And make these
Bugs go away
And make a change
From stealing
All these wounds
From healing
Medicine you've named
Me
A drug in my hand
Are you okay?
Are you okay
Right
Now?

Kryptonite

You looked like superman
From a distance
When you fell you flew
Like a marionette
Tied to strings
I never even knew you were falling
Until you hit the ground
You looked beautiful
Like a swan Dancing over rivers
Dodging demons
Dodging traps
I could feel it in your soul that you were falling
But I couldn't see it passed my rose colored glasses
Everything was coming up roses
You screamed with me
To me, at me
They tied you to a pole
And told you how to move
You listened, respected
You knew what was good for you
You looked like my friend
A friend I had never met before
But knew better than anyone else
In the world
You were always there
Sometimes,
I wanted you to leave me
Let me get some god damn sleep
Until you fell
Like a marionette
When they've cut your strings
And we tried to pick up the pieces
But there were so many
So many god damn little pieces
We couldn't find them all
But thought it was okay
We had put most of the puzzle back together
But most was never good enough for you
and we could never pick you back up again
The ugly duckling living in swan lake
A marionette with no puppeteer
Nothing holding up your strings, grooming your feathers
Calling your name
And so you were gone
Like a flash of lightning
Like a strike of gold
You had fallen
And I had left you
To scrounge for pieces on your own
I felt like a million knives
Falling from the air
Dodging fingers
Dodging humans
I left
I left you there
When I returned
Light years later
There you lay
A thousand tiny fragments
Of who you were
But I still can't recognize
Who you are today

Monday, August 25, 2008

A Way Back Home

Though the road I've walked is silver
I found one that is gold
When a poison hit my stomach
And I forgot what I was told
I walked my golden railway
In a line straight ahead
Until I found the path was broken
One side living, one side dead
Half the path stayed golden
The other dark as night
I didn't know which way to go
One side wrong, one side right
I sat in the split
Where my golden path diverged
Until a thought occurred to me
And the rightful path emerged
I turned around and headed
Back to my silver path
I almost made it there
When I heard a wicked laugh
A man stepped in front of me
And told me I had to go
"You cant just turn around that way
How could you not know
Once your path is chosen
The golden line you've led
You stay on your path
Until you meet the living and the dead
You saw where your road broke
And left you there to choose
Life of light or darkness
In both you win and lose
He turned me back around
And left me to my choice
As I thought I waited
But I never heard his voice
So I stood in the midst
Of two paths I paved my own
One wasn't meant for me
But one would lead me home