We met in a dream,
or was it reality?
Some sweet hallucination
underwent gradual solidification. At times it seemed like a nightmare, still wouldn’t take it back for the world and not for perfection, no TIME machine to fix the ways
I fucked up.
Selfishness, shortsightedness, unwilling or unable to understand…
My mind still daydreams,
trying to make the future
some sweet hallucination
according to empirical rationality—Lets run away to somewhere else, somewhere empty, free, just you and me, an abandoned beach, blank sea, or anywhere… hand-in-hand…dance on the sand…
Young & still idealistic girl’s dream
and she’s closer to Heaven,
since she just came from there
has never had a nightmare.
In her mind, dreams
are always perfect
& perfectly capable of coming true.
21 March 2012
20 March 2012
Summer Thunderstorm
“Two worlds collided, and they could never, ever tear us apart…” – INXS
It tore us apart--
gluttony for my time with you.
You gave me your heart,
I wanted your soul too.
Never quite enough
I felt, deep inside.
You inside must have felt the same,
like every effort was in vain.
Our two spirits collided,
stirred up
an intensity that never subsided,
tipped the cup,
too full and bubbling over.
Then, as protection from a detonation,
it took time, distance, and shielding
to reconnect to the intonations in your voice
and subtle eye conversations, yielding
the same questions I asked myself before:
Is it something deeper inside us?
Is it something more?
It tore us apart--
gluttony for my time with you.
You gave me your heart,
I wanted your soul too.
Never quite enough
I felt, deep inside.
You inside must have felt the same,
like every effort was in vain.
Our two spirits collided,
stirred up
an intensity that never subsided,
tipped the cup,
too full and bubbling over.
Then, as protection from a detonation,
it took time, distance, and shielding
to reconnect to the intonations in your voice
and subtle eye conversations, yielding
the same questions I asked myself before:
Is it something deeper inside us?
Is it something more?
12 March 2012
רֵיק
A new “miracle” for you.
I could’ve had one too
if not for the two:
one that December
and one soon.
I don’t deserve to have a
single word
heard
by you.
All I could hope is that you’ve
forgotten about me,
that your heart is genuinely happy.
Why do I feel so deeply sad?
It just hurts and hurts and hurts.
I could’ve had one too
if not for the two:
one that December
and one soon.
I don’t deserve to have a
single word
heard
by you.
All I could hope is that you’ve
forgotten about me,
that your heart is genuinely happy.
Why do I feel so deeply sad?
It just hurts and hurts and hurts.
07 March 2012
On a High Wire
Sixteen, wiping up the dirt of the streets
like a sponge, who becomes it.
Nineteen, wiping up the spills on the coffee counter,
with a sponge and a bleach bucket.
Twenty-one, wiping up the dirtbags from the bar,
with a spongey tongue and an attitude.
Twenty-four, washing hands of the chemicals,
sponge mind, springs back through fortitude…
Can’t or won’t absorb too much,
in standing water, knee high in the muck.
Running away leaves you stuck in place;
the angst will stay there waiting.
Without pain, we’d learn nothing,
at field capacity, only few are growing.
like a sponge, who becomes it.
Nineteen, wiping up the spills on the coffee counter,
with a sponge and a bleach bucket.
Twenty-one, wiping up the dirtbags from the bar,
with a spongey tongue and an attitude.
Twenty-four, washing hands of the chemicals,
sponge mind, springs back through fortitude…
Can’t or won’t absorb too much,
in standing water, knee high in the muck.
Running away leaves you stuck in place;
the angst will stay there waiting.
Without pain, we’d learn nothing,
at field capacity, only few are growing.
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