on the wind

I am thinking of eggs and onions,
 turn the corner and there you are

My hand snags my hair,
 suddenly you are peering into my eyes

Talking to myself, of odds and ends and other things,
 you reply to things I don't say aloud

I reach out for you
 and find myself alone

Fall Into Me

Temper my soul with winters past
and summer's passion
teach me spring's song, relentlessly
rising

Lay me down, cover me in color
under a sky unwavering, I watch
you live and die and live again

Oh my heart, never be still

If I do all the right things
follow that point where the heart and brain connect
why is there still this space, so hollowed
a stark and blinding white light, paint splashed across the surface
why do I insist on trying to fill it

Anonymity In Numbers

I don't want to be a part of the grasping masses.
I don't want to need anything.
I don't always want to have to go after more. More, more.

but stepping out seems loud and jarring

ho om

Even here
in private, alone
I am shy, jealous and uncertain
hesitant in concreting the scope of
what I see

Though perhaps it's standoff-ish
A show down
between me and my third eye

Yet, I don't want to fight,
Acting as if I know I everything
I just want to proceed
as though I do

To Be Or Not To Be Little

Why does my tongue get so nasty?

What do I feel so protective of?

What am I so scared of?

Null and Void

You say you want me to keep talking
"keep singing in the dark"
but how can I say I feel like a gaping hole
so far from everything I've ever known
I feel so empty, vicious and alone