You can sit atop gray cloudsHey there babeI'll be hangin' aroundBy the gnarly treeClutching onto that fogIt didn't know it hadYou never knew, did youThat it kept the lastSad thing it held inThe pull of its rungsFeelin' it when the starsSlipped down like hairsAround the mushroomStoolsFor our toes like nice guysFor our heads like love and warFor our hearts and scales andBurning eyes, cold, blue,And kissing fiercely.Skyscrape that cloud tonightWe'll clamber all this voidBeing just the orbsWe knew we wereWelcoming ourselves,Saying hello to the shiverThat ran around my handAs it clutched yours likeLightning grips the rain.
SuddenIt was sudden but I saw itCollecting their eyes in a jarStripping slowly for the menSwollen and dark, a swallowUnwelcome but we loved youThis is where I arrivedMy eyes left in their socketsStripping slowly for youTaut and white, a curiosityPiqued, unwelcome but I loved youThat was the mediationYour eyes just wouldn't meet mineStripped and bargained, tradingYour eyes for my heart, eachUnwelcome and unloved.
It's a beautiful day when it's bornThe clouds are ripe and leaking bloodTrickling edgeward in the shelves of the skyBlack as sin and four times as vulnerableBut my, what a beautiful night we've expected it to be.Swelling into light, a sparkle unbroken thatshatters the air around it into focus, attentionFor the growth has just begun even thoughThe minds of the goddesses are all the more impure.A cruel gesture that they try for, limbs wilting andpouring sifting air sinews, hair coiling around the thingPoor lips pursed open as they should be, denseUntil she upper heart compresses, a mad dance for freedom.The sky lets it sick, lets it sop all the endeavorAccording to the winding caress of the fingersNot so gentle, disproportionate to be believed andIn my nature, a swallow that should remain vile and turned.
No.I will not respectThe SkyFor condemning the EarthWhen she bears fruitBut knows not how to soar.I will not listen toThe EchoFor stealing all such attentionSo the Whisper it was bornIs no longer heard.I will not acknowledgeThe TreeFor claiming it is the source of shadeWhile the Sun that beams behind itIs truly to thank.I will not feelThe WindUntil I can be sure thatMy Feet not only grace the Earth,But also the Sky.
Whispering somethings to a flowerThere are a lot of beings in this world, flower,And I have trouble believing in any of them--But not in you.Showing me plainly what life is all about,Supported by your incredibly lean stemLeafing here and there.I think I see your face when I lay eyes on yourPetals--soft color strokes, but I know thatOnly masks are beautiful.And yet this is how I am taught to believeTeaching myself that purity existsPrecariously in striving.When I drink, when I smoke, when I walk in the coldI look to that girl who had long blonde hairA flower too--some how, some way.All I want you to know is that, you're my trust, flower.There is nothing so strong as your ideaMy own as well.