SolitudeOh sweet Solitude,it feels wonderful to be back home.Why did I ever turn away from you?It was a fall I needed to know,and a shatter I already knew.I was aware going in, of what I was about to do.I feel now only a faint sadness,for the time wasted blindfolded,and the thoughts I watched in the pyre.Now I wipe the fog off the lens,my favored aperture set back in place.And the photos make so much more sense.And I can hear once again,the nostalgic and comforting noise,of my footsteps echoing in my own deserted castle.The night is yet young,and dark is ever knowing,oh sweet, sweet, Solitude.
Could I have this dance?The action of breathing is to dance with fire.It will burn you either way.But still you fan it and feed it yourself as kindling and then admire the smoke.Your blood is its dessert.Your sweat its wine.It grows larger as you survive.It burns warmer as you love.It catches faster as you evade.And then it burns.If you worry not to keep water, it cools and it calms.If you hasten not to find joys, it softens and it slows.If you care not to caress, laugh, and feel,to hold dear, to dream, and to leap.To attempt flight without wings.If you care not to live, it stops and steps back.But it burns nonetheless.So why not just share a waltz?
HummingbirdHumming and tapping,eyes singing and fingers snapping.Seem's like I just can't ever hold still.I've got this sort of permanent thrill,An unlimited battery on a curious drill.This planet just spins a little too slow.'Cause I'm like the rapids equipped an infinite flow,and my thoughts march on and on and on and grow.My fingers twitch and oh glob, just walk past her!And I've hoped, and whined and teared at the plaster,My thoughts are like Rōnin, no care for a master."What's that mean? More caffeine!" I'm always running fast.But sometimes there's moments placed too soon in the past,Moment's where I'd rather the clock outlast.And all those moments are with you.
AuxiliumYou're a vacuum.But I can keep my distance.You latch onto nebulae,and feed off of their light.To wear as your face,worn desperately tight.You're a facade.But I can read you like a book.You can't seem to love yourself,and your quest is of hedonism.So you collect all these masks,all you treasure is plagiarism.You're a leech.But I carry salt.You drink out of our veins,but all you find there is smoke.But you chug it down anyway,I hope you choke.You're a snake.But I keep a flute.Your smile is all lips,to hide your sharpened teeth.But your clay has chips,and your knife has no sheath.Just look into the mirror,there aren't any cracks.You'll finally see clearer,and I'll cover your tracks.You're a scratched and weathered diamond.
ParohiiTremble.There’s a chillIn this valley.Last night’s last cold breezeBids us ya-sasAnd gives wayTo Gold.Slow warmthFloats on down,Spreads all overYour flowering lipsAnd lights the lime.No need forThe time.NavyGives way toTeal and then blue,Kaleidoscopic,Every hue,Stare in awe,Soak through.ThousandsOf peopleGush all about,A dam smashed open,Ant hill stomped on,Running to-And-fro.SereneAnd idle,But frantic too,Stop and admire,Breathe in this mostWonderfulVistaA land,So dense with,Power and talesMythologicalGods and fables,Soft white sands,Rest now.And longNo furtherFor golden lightAnd warm, firm breezes.Just close your eyesOn Greece’sHammock.