Water has the wisdom,
the bones may not agree.

No commentary today. There was no
eternal friend or enemy.
Listen to your breath, your heart.
No qualms. Hands are not mine.

Charcoal. A voiceless man
wants to write, something on the snow.
The cold-eyed moon will watch.

The chimney's soot, gets buried
under the white sheet, ice.

In holy land. You have come to
pray, to wipe out the nose-bleed.

Vespa,
the live wasp
of paper house,
feeding the insects
to little ones.

Silicon valley.
The oranges were very sweet
and carpet beetles
eating away the fabric.
I have come from a faraway place
to taste the blood-stained raisins.

Do you know why we bury
our truths? The ancient gods
were very pleased to eat them.

The hymns don't tell the lie.

To talk to you
To get near you
To feel your touch
To listen to your voice
To hear your laugh
To make you smile
To see you blush
Excuses, Excuses, Excuses

It's sad when no one is there for you when you need someone the most, just someone to pat you on the back and tell you that you deserve everything in the world,
It really hurts when you don't have no one to trust, to confide in, to compliment your flaws,
To lift you up when you're down,
It's hurts when you can't​ hug your brothers​ for their birthdays​, you got to miss it and it just tears you down,
It hurts when no one is there to wipe your tears, and tell you don't cry when they're gone, it's so **** painful when you haven't seen your blood in 2 or 3 years,
It breaks my heart to know that I probably will never see my brothers again,
But in the end of it all, it just hurt, to nor have anyone there to listen to your words..