Tears of Unicorn – Fujita Masayoshi
Dimes
fall from the sky,
like eyes.
Like little souls,
pools from scored pies.
(or pines – we can’t decide)
Why
can we not fight?
What ties
our curled hands
to tools despised.
We’re all alone inside.
Life
in double time.
Ctrl I
I don’t deserve.
I am afraid.
There is nothing left to learn.
Bon Iver – Beach Baby
The wait of it all, filling
books with those I won’t kill,
books my darlings fill.
Scraps will fall, telling
how I keep my memories;
ones I’ll forget eventually
’cause sequences, strings and strands.
Cross my I’s and dot my and’s,
’cause I don’t know the state I’m in,
nor the vessel Magdalene,
or why old apologies
were so self serving.
–
Ways they taper, silent
does an end appear.
Does it dull the fear?
Is there a place to hide it?
Well I hide mine here,
scrawled within some post or mirror,
’cause I’ve never known the pain,
the cringe, the blow across the face
of losing such a piece of me.
But that’s how it has to be.
The sorrow on that last reprise,
to read my words through fresh new eyes.
Sun sands sights. The lights
are smooth. I move. Your flight,
my rail, your tail, your coos.
Ways soft youths have proved
unkind. The times your tooths
drew blood. I shrug. Shut eyes.
Cold clean quarantine
and part whole heart is key
for peace at least for me.
I Want Wind to Blow: Microphones
You say, what sweeps me off my feet?
I freeze. Febreeze radiating. Debating.
Something like the hand glance, toe dance
coffee table barefoot sorta.
Passion vs stability.
Are you going to change the world from
the bus? It’s a clear bust to try to.
In flight is when your feels are real.
You land, you keep the lid on it.
One scene gleaned from the reel inside.
Everyone died. I lied. Still, not PG-13.
You showed a pic of the sun so
serene. Fire met dust so passionately.
I’ve dust for days but fire’s contained.
Where did it go?
I’m moving past
all the thoughts that I had
and cycles that seemed
never to end.
I’m here to amend
every inch of thread
spent in haste
of not wanting change,
because how could I gauge
what I had? The rage
inducing scene where I
leaned over in laze.
I couldn’t make the case
for not treading in place
but never again.
Never again will I
see through copilot eyes.
No more tying the ties
conjured by ease.
I stand seizing the yoke.
Every urge, every joke
of a crave, now broke.
I’m moving past.
Moving on into the end.
Every moment spoken.
No restart. No try again.
I’m moving past.
Moving on into the end.
Cold stone phone woke again.
Courting song sung in tones.
Cold ride froze my toes.
Sorting words to keep sane.
–
Hasty call, “Damn it all”
I dive into the sound.
That old stroke coming round.
Spotting shrouds around.
–
Quarter hour of self defeat.
Crane bones. Lift to sky.
Stars pull ropes of mine.
(My weight while I why)
–
There’s tunnels buried under me.
Sloping sly, a gentle mile.
Melting down a fading smile.
Home again upon the tile.
–
Life’s about spreading kind.
Well I’ve been having a real good time
teaching you the ways
to one day take my place.
–
No, I know I’m going to be fine.
And if I’m not, my sign
will shine upon my face.
My love will make it’s case.
–
Because life’s about the love you find
and simple little frames of mind
and never running out of time or space.
You can’t lose if there’s no race.
–
The pride and joy I feel inside
supercede all previous highs
as I see you learn, love and play.
A fire you built for all my days.
You Shall Know the Spirit – Pfarmers
Maybe this time when I
look in the mirror I
won’t see a face
that’s so far from my own.
Maybe on a closer
inspection detection
of the differences
fade away.
In my mind I’ve got
some static frame from
some film that’s
never played.
And the man in there
never moved – he soothes.
He’s always from
a distant day.
But the light I hold
should fade away.
I’d never want to be
forever unchanged.
Because imprinted on my wake,
handfuls of birds strewn across
a lake.
I won’t see their beaks because
I can’t stay awake.
–
Mind is swirling with
northern lights, my pith
won’t stay quiet it will
never not shift.
a l e x – Proud Of You (feat. Alicks)
This is the light for a walk.
Just you and some thoughts.
Orange glow on the rocks.
Drinks hot and toes not.
–
This is the light just for me.
Unpack everything I’ve seen
and do it quietly.
–
–
This is the time for a talk;
dim light and decaf.
Let’s ditch the flock,
this wick burns fast.
–
A life armed to the teeth.
A cheetah out of breath.
A knife with no sheath.
All the things we build ourselves.
–
But this is the light for a walk;
in the hue from the loch,
picking the knots,
gapping the stops.
Seasinks
acraein 