crystals drop
heaven leaks
-the waterfall crashes…
i open my eyes
and i see
you
by my side
content, i smile
and close my eyes
again
and immediately
the crystals
drop…
pen on paper
where shall
I find
peace?
for even the wind
-in all its rage-
sometimes whispers
in the gentle
breeze
even the roaring lion
sometimes
purrs in gentle anticipation
but where will I
find peace?
perhaps I have it
as long as this pen touches
paper
Men
The little men
Like to talk a lot
They often go on
About how big they are
Saying whatever-
To whoever
But watch and observe
Carefully
The other caliber
Of men
They like to
Listen
Lying in wait
-Calculating
From time to time
However
They confide in a few select
The select
Don’t talk
They act
-gods amongst
Men
two birds
we are like
two birds
each with
a broken wing
i’d like to believe
if we flapped
our wings
together
at the same time
at the same
rate
we’d fly away…
we are
two birds
that cannot
fly
sing me a song
and i’ll sing you
a song
as we dream of
far away lands
empty spaces
there is a big hole
in the back of my yard
that needs filling
most people say i shouldn’t
fill it up
’cause the landscape will
look different
but i’m gonna do it
anyways
for if i don’t,
i’ll always feel
uneasy
knowing that there is
a void
that needs filling
i want to see
i would like
for once
to look at you
i mean, to really look at you
with my unabashed stares
piercing
penetrating
and watch you
scratch your neck
open and close your
eyes
i want to see
all of
you
resignation
blue plastic bags are scattered
inside my room
they are a mess
but it doesn’t concern me now
the neighbors
used to knock on my door
but now they don’t
and i just look up to the ceiling
and close my eyes
pain
there is often enough
pain
inside a person’s head
enough to
break bones
enough to
crave the madhouse
we just don’t realize it
or we just tend to ignore it
yet the pain is there
it is black
in colour
and it always finds its way out
through the words we choose
to speak
strangers
we used to dream
of our happy future
together
but as the world turned
so did our dreams
and now
we treat each other
like
two strangers who once met
one friday night, drunk,
at a party
and kissed
still trying
the sun rises
the day seems long
long enough to hurt the head
but we’re still smiling
we’re still trying
-until the sun sets
we hope to break
the loop;
to tear the veil
unveiling a brand new reality;
with fresh, new habits
but even if we fail
we will never stop
trying
icywatches 