My heart, flooded with
You; I find it rains
Even in the barren desert
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Drown me in your silence
Take the words from my mouth. They are yours, anyhow. They never did me any good, anyway.
They fill me, they clog up my head and my heart. They choke me when I desperately need to breathe. They are never there when I need them the most; they never follow what I mean. They fall out of my mouth, haphazardly; pretentious and full of hot air.
All these words float around, defining life and love; and I don't understand. What good does it do me to purge myself of them when we both know that I will never be free of them?
What use is it to let them spill out of me like so much blood?
To what end, to what grave heights shall I follow them; only to be carried away, over the edge. Torn apart by the very things that I thought might save me.
Take these words from my mouth, those words that dam my heart, that hide behind my eyes. Take them, transform them into something beautiful, meaningful.
Use them like I let you use me- wantonly, willingly, heartlessly, and belying a carefulness that shines a light into the blackest depths.
Take my words and let them open up what we both have closed off inside ourselves long before we knew what to name things.
They fill me, they clog up my head and my heart. They choke me when I desperately need to breathe. They are never there when I need them the most; they never follow what I mean. They fall out of my mouth, haphazardly; pretentious and full of hot air.
All these words float around, defining life and love; and I don't understand. What good does it do me to purge myself of them when we both know that I will never be free of them?
What use is it to let them spill out of me like so much blood?
To what end, to what grave heights shall I follow them; only to be carried away, over the edge. Torn apart by the very things that I thought might save me.
Take these words from my mouth, those words that dam my heart, that hide behind my eyes. Take them, transform them into something beautiful, meaningful.
Use them like I let you use me- wantonly, willingly, heartlessly, and belying a carefulness that shines a light into the blackest depths.
Take my words and let them open up what we both have closed off inside ourselves long before we knew what to name things.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Gravitational Pull
It was always just pieces. I'm not trying to recreate an old picture; only, always seeing with new eyes a whole universe.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
What Will Guide You?
If I was brave I'd take myself into the desert for several days; not to find myself, but to let go, listen and reconnect.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
The North Star Is Love's Guiding Light
I am headed right for you
Though I don't know where you are
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
I am on my way
Lost, lost, always lost
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
I hear your heart
It is my compass, my guardian
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
Cruel laughter, bitter hearts
So many things set out to distract us
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
There is not much anyone can say
To make me love you any other way
Though I don't know where you are
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
I am on my way
Lost, lost, always lost
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
I hear your heart
It is my compass, my guardian
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
Cruel laughter, bitter hearts
So many things set out to distract us
Don't stop walking, don't change direction
There is not much anyone can say
To make me love you any other way
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