Maps

This is an old one! and more relevant now than when written!

Yesterday,
I looked at a map of          cities.

It is crazy how they           hold
so many people.             

I keep                     memories
of places like that         
in a little box; the pictures    of
you
that I took                  When I
never wanted you to leave.

Warm. I                           was

warm then. Because the city was   holding

me, and I was holding                you.

Music

I'm surrounded entirely now,
dancing in between the bright lights of the stars
against the black of the sky
"I'm leaving."
You left.
I kept dancing, but I lost my balance and fell.
I hear the sound
faintly and then its next to me
my ear is screaming, my brain is shutting down,
my heart is running away.
Why is your music here
you left!
let me dance, let me smile,
let me enjoy the stars
Is it you here or is it me?
Let me dance, let me smile
just keep your music away from me.

Remastered

I picked the petals from the pansies

scattered fluffies from the lions

tore the thorns from all the roses

peeled the stems of all the daisies

left their skeletons as decorations

blowing in the wind

never seen a brighter beauty

come from such and ugly thing

View From Above

Look at me, clutching, so red-eyed and raging

Already losing the war that I'm waging

I could've hidden you up in the caves

Torn you to pieces or used you as slaves

But here you are lazily laying in bed

Drinking my sunlight like wine!

I can crash my thunder right under your heels

I can rumble and tumble the strength from the steel

I can level your structures and sculptures to fields

But you'd pick up the flowers

and continue to steal!

You're just a robber with dirt in his eyes

I'll tear off the mouth of the face you disguise

I could have swollen your hands and your ears

I could have traded your comforts for fears

But here you are, warm, with my given skin

Here you are, basking and dripping with sin!

send them back

 If you weren't such a dreamer,

and if you weren't as far away as     I

this distance would be physical
and I wouldn't think twice about
seeing you go,
knowing I'd see you again.

But when I float the open seas
and when  I                                   miss
every opportunity to hoist

the memories I have collected
from the water and show              you,
it only reminds me that this
distance has cracked our lives
and nested inside our minds,

and in the end it's just best 

to send them back to sea.