Under The Sun

Have you ever seen my sunflower girl?
I once ran loose on top of her fingertips
They were extended with a full length of paralysis

‘Everything is alive when it is sound’
The words that were reflected from...
Daylight

There were pedals in the rhythm of our hair
And the intentions were only to mess about in terms
We traded our places
We fell from the books
But those limits were never worth the discussion

I do not really trust some people that are seen
(Or choose therefore to be)
Like following an ocean into a sandstorm
There were failures
Desertions
There were people who would not relieve their dirt trails of me
With that half sense of a world
And everything that they could not long to forget
Castrators
Berserkers

Fear had to come down
Into the kingdom
And it traced through all of the empty thoughts
Of the minds willing to stop at a loss of their small sanctuary
Something we were forever told to create
Then to behold...

I am wondering if you will ever see the way that I have felt.
I am wondering and...
I am feeling
and...
I am seeing something for real
Something more real than the thought of invention
Why would I have breathed for anything more?
How could eyes pretend to live with a sight of something just so provincial?
That sunflower girl and I could always sit around and pass the time
With our tea’s and our knives
Pointed directly up at the sky
Because
Inside of our loose prose there may even be a meaning,
Besides all of these cover ups and idle answered questions
Something that will keep you thinking
And shut your eyes to, deep in the dark
It can be comforting
There are always things to know when you have gotten yourself lost

Inside of our tiny kingdom

My happiness came hurdling towards me
Through a periscope glare at the end of some wayward tunnel
Have I ever gotten to feel myself drift that far away?
Sometimes when we thought the end was so close
We were only waiting for something nearer

If you acted like you had nothing
Then you truly did not

The sunflower girl was spilled all over the ground
I fainted where passion had deserved it the most
Screamed loose with all of the crows
We shouted for their marvellous freedoms
We cut corners and left with our eyes
We used to pretend like we were anything
That our shadows might have crept up behind...

Underneath the sun

The Individual

I have become something
I have turned into something strange
I walk all over the night
I sleep around most of the day
I speak to lonesome strangers
I never hear them back
I tunnel into places
I am afraid of coming back
I can never read the future
I can never see the truth
I feel like I am failing forever but...
I wear a smile to hide the proof
I will always entertain you
I am the talk of the time
I have crept and I have withered
I am one of a kind
I will never be your lover or your poet or your friend
I am something of a recluse when it comes to matters from within
I will see you
I will contemplate
I will think and dream of beauty
I am fake...
I am fake...
I am fake...
I feel sick
I feel strong
I feel like I am dying
I never live for long
I can discuss these matters for hours
I love to speak my mind
I get trapped into its thinking
I get blind
I lie
I leave
I manoeuvre around most people
I never cry
I never cry for anything
I feel like this is right
I am involved in situations
I have never lost my fight
I do not know how I got here
I cannot remember how to change
I have become something
I have become something strange