never forget

I will wash my own blood from your hands with my tears.

You can take my body by force,

and you can break my heart if you want to,

But my soul is still mine to give and forgive

as it so pleases me.

Your Secret Novel

It's not that I can't read in-between the lines, it's that once I start I loose the original plot in the multidimensional reality of hidden subtext.

once upon a time

I saw Gods right here, walking amongst us, they looked just like you and me.

And then everybody told me, there was only one God, and he was in heaven.

And I believed that they knew and lost my ability to see.

You are the one

The whole world is waiting for you to realise,

your not just one of us,

you are a part of us,

you are the heart of us.

Thats what he said.

I searched everywhere for the right words, But all I could find were these.

I want you to know how I feel, but maybe that's just selfish.

I want it to mean how I am, regardless of what you think.

I want this exactly the way it is, even as it tears my soul in two.

The origins of a species

The rock became the soil, and the soil with the suns light became the plant.

I took the plant inside me and washed it down with some rain from the sea.

All these I used to make bone and flesh and hair, They haunt me as feeling,
as poetry of a body in motion,
and the shadows of thoughts that pass through me.

I live from the heat of the sun and the moon calls my insides out with each tide, orbiting my life each month, day, moment.

The electricity that fires from my brain through my movements

wears lightening as the sky storms around me.
I borrow my nature from all things

and all things I know from my own nature.

The trouble with memory

I can't be honest with you other than to say,
I'm no longer sure that I am a reliable witness.
And if I can't trust my own memory,
what makes you think I'll believe in yours.
Theres things that I feel, all around us now.
This moment we share is all that really connects us.