Young man, when I’m old
If I’ve lost the key
Please help my heart to enter in
Remember for me, if I’ve forgotten
What we’ve built
What we’ve saved from the fire
Tell how death brought forth life
On our paths that diverged
How we’re found together again
I Stayed
Scrolling Up and Up and Up
This Time
And what Emerged, but a Proclamation!
The Heavens Themselves
Summoned and Summoners
Attendees and Attendants
Happy and One and All
What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall
Survive
Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold
Survive?
Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take
Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors
I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man
Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn
What nobility
In relinquishing my crown
As though I’ve gone mad?
Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink
there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;
but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!
It occurred
to me
to be
happy.
Why, look
at me
at my
aliveness!
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