I don’t want to explore your heart,
I don’t want to balance the abundance of the universe
Upon two lovely chakras and deep kiss.
No one wants to be this alive.
Life, as alive, blooms in bounty
Interpolating yesterdays and tomorrows
Until far away lands caress.
Throw me away long glances.
There will be no answered questions.
I will not be your root cause.
Suddenly I awoke
To see a light [of day]
Where sun streamed
Into my heart to say
“Hello.”
Shadows in my heart
Are the types to be tested.
Are the types to be worn out.
Representing all I haven’t been.
Saving it all, loving it all;
Shifting working class numbers
Without an exhibition.
Count me down, live me up,
Wear me out; explicit.
Nanana na na na.
I’m out in the open.
Nanana na na na.
Matchsticks on the benches.
And like my mystery,
As I slide with the breeze
I come up with animosity,
Luminescity.
Chivalry in a shadow
Died like the one headlight.
One headlight making it right,
Making it anxiously toes tap,
Tippity-tap, tippity-tap,
Left right left. Left right left.
Nanana na na na.
I’m out in the open.
Nanana na na na.
Matchsticks on the benches.
Out in the open I stretch to the breeze,
I let go as I please and
Stretch upon all those I see.
You let go, you take aim,
You stick up with the pain,
You let go my hand.
You don’t know, and that’s all right.
Because we’re put here to ever play,
We’ve come here to forever stay.
Nanana na na na.
I’m out in the open.
Nanana na na na.
Matchsticks on the benches.
This golden light shines from above,
With a randsom note for two saviors I know.
I’m afraid to think of how they’ll go,
Because I’m wise enough to know they’ll say:
“A thousand plans don’t make a man.”
Free me, my heart yells free me
My soul speaks of freedom
My eyes are wide.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My windows are gleaming
Like golden inside me.
I’ve been straddling here with two ears to the wind,
Like a rambling band, it would seem old skin.
There’s a sad song I keep humming out loud,
To go along with this hour of magnificent doubt;
I’ve decided to pray for my heart today.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My soul speaks of freedom
My eyes are wide.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My windows are gleaming
Like golden inside me.
A gypsy woman that I sent away,
Came back again with some more to say.
I wasn’t wise so I let her stay.
To my soul’s demise, I have been led astray,
But to my open eyes, I’ve never cried before.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My soul speaks of freedom
My eyes are wide.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My windows are gleaming
Like golden inside me.
Where do we pass;
Like fire
Slowly breathed
In cold night’s darkness.
I am a sentinel,
I am a midnight choir
Singing lonely at
Half past midnight.
But longness
Isn’t innocent,
Silently gliding
Around glowing lights,
Freezing hearts
And scaring darkness.
I am not alone,
I am not abandoned
In my misery
To flush out
Battling conceptions
And wish well
In long nights
That remind me of
Good times that
Never last.
I am not a mourner,
Neither have I been left
To fight this battle
With all my wisdom
– Shining bright,
And reminding old visitors
That nostalgia
Bites even the strong at heart
Who leave traces of life
In the wake of their presence.
I cannot be unforgiven.
I cannot untie the lesions
Fluttering around pickaxes
Tickling my mind.
I am an unborn, mon amis,
A shackling wreck
Anchoring my finer points
To big firs and pines.
I am a fascinated child
Playing footsie with a wench,
Smiling shyly.
I cannot be unforgiven.
I cannot backfire my heart
And pickle rabbits in garlic water.
I know I’m one letter flying,
B and my C tiger,
Loading box spring mattress sets
Into Ford Ranger pickups.
I cannot be unforgiven
Selling chanterelles,
Those spicy succulent fungi,
To slightly unhealthy social workers
That pick-pocket Pez dispensers
Out of working hard pre-teens.
This mattress does not fly,
These firs do not bend,
This wench does not grin,
And I am not fickle.
I carved your name into the hallows of my skull
Like a safety razor bringing back memories.
I was a Tiffany lamp casting butterflies
About the light pink empty walls of my mother’s wall.
Leaving the fly buzzing about my shifty hairs
I focused my every ounce on the skulls
Which stared back at me with unwavering attention.
It was here I lost my nerve to the valiant stork.
However, I did not float with green lantern’s cast shadow,
I dipped my soul below the line of respite
To gasp the warm air and feel the baby cacti
Rustle about closed loops of my hallowed skull.
Safety bird whistles cast dubious high pitched whispers
Towards my groaning and croaking ways,
And as I rested my wrists on the folded wooden crow
The sporadic clicking calmed my beating heart.
Pass through my heart as I whisper now,
I was born to be let free.
Let my whispers carry melancholy,
For my lover forever tarries.
I am a rambling rose letting great seas
Tumble me deep down below.
And let my eyes gently close
With a good nights sleep;
Old tree fallen in the night.
I washed my heart
Through a thousand storms,
Cleaned out in the rain.
I’ve let it dry
Out in the wind
As leaves blew through my mind.
Then came my trail
As I inhaled
To take me to the sea.
