Am I Here?
Each nightI sitsomewhere differentsome different waymy eyes fixed upon everchanging movementsof things thatdon’t look backor say hello and I waitto intersect witha glanceto knowI’m still here
Each nightI sitsomewhere differentsome different waymy eyes fixed upon everchanging movementsof things thatdon’t look backor say hello and I waitto intersect witha glanceto knowI’m still here
Wind me upAnd watch as I go here and thereAnd then over there Watch how there is no patternNo repetitionNo way to calculateWhere I’ll be next I have been linking and joiningOther paths where theyGo…
with each personcomes a debtor chainin the form of expectationor contractor force a ruleownershipprivate propertypossessionit is everywhere a prison built by theprisoners because they are scaredof what lies outside their grasp butwith youi want to…
when i get caught off guardby the beauty and hope thattruth gives i want to trap itin my handsand then make copiesso you can have it too and then i want to multiply itto share…
I said a lot of thingsI did even moreI felt littleThe focus hasn’t changed thoughI’ve been trying to getThere. Everything saidEverything doneEverything feltWas everything I had to getThere. It’s not a place, but sometimes it’s…
I don’t mindliftingthe weightof manyif it’s what we want It is lightwhen you are thereand you look me inthe eyesand see me It is easywhen we are together Not untilone day I’mstill carrying it alland…
i don’t want today to be about yesterdayi want more than memoriesi want futureshopevisionoptions when today is about tomorrow it brings life when all i have already has beenwhat is left? there is one thingmemoryprovidesthat…
when you latch on to themand they latch onto youwith intent on becoming onerearranging desire, pain and hope latching comes with the burden of intentlayers and layers and layersof whyforced to be reckoned with egolikedpowersecurityhappinesssexdesiresuccessfriendshipwitness…
death is death even though not all death is the same as the space between one death and the next lies a heart that has been broken and mended and then put back together and…
the Amazon is burning at a record rate, glaciers are melting at record rates, kids are dying at borders at record rates, overdoses are killing at record rates, facism is increasing at record rates, andpopulist candidates are winning at…
Love. My choice. My feeling. My MO My change My life Love has caused me to make choices I would not have made have feelings I have never felt Operate…
Naivety allows one to face into fate Each day comes and goes Why accept what you know to be true? Might as well believe in something else Peace comes through ignorance Each day comes and…