Blow into my mind
I can taste
This wasted space

And so you go
And close the blinds
Push and sway
The sea in we

But it becomes
Shadowed over time
Clouded to whats right
Hindsight is telling me to fight
It also said
Not all you do is right

Dump it all on me
Can we relate
Does this take space

Inside my he/art
It turns to wine
But who knows
I do this
I do this all the time

But who knows
I do this all the time

In hell
I look into your eyes
Take a peek
When you speak

About the woes
The counter to your life
I need no strife
On the counter
Let me counter with a knife

In life's darkest depth, Hope Echoes,
Resounding through every race,
tongue and Nation, Uniting hearts
And transcending borders.

In moments of anguish, Hopes Echoes,
Calling for solidarity amongst men,
To stand in oneness against the evil
That beguiles this big blue ball.

In times of shadows, Hopes Echoes,
Shining bright on all that seem faded,
Reviving lost dreams, empowering sight
And giving strength to those who are weak.

In our loneliness, Hope Echoes,
Turning isolation into communion,
fraternity into fellowship
And brings us a step closer to "The Truth"....

Even now, Hope Echoes,
Charging the old to employ their wisdom,
And the youth, their strength,
So that Mankind can again be free,
Not just free, but truly free and cleansed,
From the shackles of all doubts and impurities.

There’s something sitting on my brain.
Something disconnected.
No current. No spark.

My eyes are rolling loose in their sockets.
My voice sounds like it’s
on the other side of a wall.

I didn’t want to leave the house,
but the sun reached through the window
and coaxed me out.

Then, a brown-haired woman
with crystal eyes and porcelain cheeks
walked by,
and I caught the soft pull of her
flowery, spring-scented perfume.

It was cherries,
and my love,
and everything good.
It was honey.
It was holding my mother’s hand to cross the street.

Graves where my family will lay
As birds shoot across the sky
The fleeting beauty outstretched
Wind crashing the ticking clock
Knowing I will join them soon
Beginning as we ended things
Torn and faded beaming with colour
Filled with so much character
Every imperfection chasing after the other
Palms with lines I know like the roads
Which I have wandered since I can remember
Giving me something to hold
Through this black and blue
Hot and cold
Love and cavity
Depression and vanity
Truth and reputation
Senseless *******
Craving anything but you
Wanting nothing else
Joyous sounds beautiful images
All the luck in the world
Couldn’t make me want more
Just finished my coffee
The last sip was cold
And I found a hair at the bottom
Not that important to be honest
Everything is worth the torture
Which is beset on each and every one of us
How natural to not feel enough
As the sky pierces through temptation
Not knowing what you’re chasing
Just trusting the feeling
Buried so deep inside your gut
Along with your body clock
Knowing when to wake up
Holding onto everything
Letting go of everything
Fearing everything
Trusting everything
Killing everything
You keep looking
For the answer you seek
The journey so long ahead
Living inside your imagination
Alone more than before
Maybe you always were
Just not those times with you
When the world seemed to stop
And we seemed for once in our lives
To have understood why we are here
Such purpose glimpsed for a moment
Until we had walked enough
And my feet hurt
Having reached where we set out
Tired from talking and squeezing
Letting go and taking flight
Saying goodbye with anxious kisses
Not knowing what lay on the other side
Although that wasn’t what made it hard
The unknown is a certainty
What I was dreading was knowing
My time with you made me happy
And together we had fun
For while it lasted
You made me so happy
And all the time spent otherwise
For those moments with you
Made everything else seem impossible

Just a few days after we met,
you began to change—
and that change was captivating.
You kept moving forward,
in the best possible direction.

Life is a marathon, with set courses.
Each of us runs on our own track.
But someone ahead of me,
shoved me off mine.
Though I wanted to return to my path,
I zigzagged between two lanes.

I only realized it after meeting you—
you were running on a completely different track.
But once you returned to your own,
you picked up incredible speed.

I was the one who walked away.
And I was the one left behind.

What we’ve come to know
about being human
is to grow in phases
to take pain and grief
from the ends of the bookshelf
and to stir them into the atmosphere

breathing in and out
until the silence between each breath
was a bridge to relief

it was never to solve the puzzle in a day
or to sort through all the pieces in
a strategic manner
but to feel the joy of frustration
the strange joy of trial and error

My journey has come to an end,  
A halt in the life we comprehend.  
To death, my friend,  
A favor I wish to extend.  

I wish to live once again—  
Not too long; that would be a pain.  
Just one day, 24 hours to gain—  
That would be a fair bargain.  

"Just what would you achieve?  
What salvation could you receive?"

Don't ridicule me with lies.  
Forget hours—24 minutes would suffice.  
I would show you a life  
Where thousands of lives thrive.  

A life you've never seen,  
One whose end couldn't begin.  
I will show you life so serene,  
Not even found in the Elysian Green.  

So answer my pledge,  
Allow me to cross the ledge.  

Then I'd meet my weeping sweetheart,  
Relive every event before I depart.  
I'll meet my friends at the bar again,  
Encourage one to live, another to laugh,  
Help them cope with the pain.  

And a kiss to everyone I'd blow,  
For the love and care they show.  

Things I couldn't do, I'd do now.  
To nature's gift—my life—I'd bow.  
There's more I wish to say  
About how I'd live, even for another day.

I want to live,

Not just in my scripted mind scenes,

I actually want to live.

call it improv, taking a chance,

Whatever—

I want to be here.

Could you help me?

Get me off my head,

Ground me, pull me near

Bring one of those moments

That sweeps me off my feet

Don’t let me think about it.

Don’t let me ruin it.

Just let me be in it.

No, I am not ready.

But I am real.

And I am here.