Idiot

Breathing under water
A fly without wings
A baby, miscarried

Humpty Dumpty's accidental suicide
Would be suffice to describe the
Stupidity
Ignorance
Obliviousness
Of his mankind
Bah, a slack in agility and balance, something so basic, as a cause of death?
God, what fools these mortals be!
Adam would have been proud

Purify your soul with an embrace of friendship
And love
And the love of friendship
And the love of love

To love and be loved

Adam's butterfly would be proud

The Art of Seeing

I see you (but you don't see me)
You look at me (but you don't see me)
I look at you (and I see me)

Allowance of Friendship

Should I allow her to be
Intoxicated
Drowned
Spun around
By your eyes

The wine is but sweet nectar to her tongue
Lubricant to her full lips

Should I allow her to be
Poisoned
Filled to the brim
By your words

Chlorinated pureness to her wandering, lost soul
Capturing flies, still

Should I allow her to be
Influenced
Motivated
By your thoughts and dreams

A debate
Won and loss
Both victories, shared

Should I allow her to
Love
Care for

You

For she is me.

I fear

A stranger's laugh made me think of your eyes
The baby's breath reminds me of your smell

I hear your voice in music, everywhere
I hear music in your voice, all the time

'tis a fulfillment of

wishes untouched

of unicorns
and rainbows

of sunshine
and freshly-cut grass

I fear
it is implausible

I fear
it is the beginning of an end

but
my blood
is
your blood
and
your blood
is
mine

and
I fear
it is too late

I am sorry I cannot be her
I am sorry I am not her
I am sorry I am me, to you

Verses from the Left One

a protruding stick
thru the doll's left eye
a severed arm
in a brown sack

this should do it

a blown kiss
always trapped
a loveletter
never delivered
words
unsaid
words
unheard

a heart
in fear
of nothing
and
of nothingness

verses from the left one
starts to whisper

this should do it
this should do it

Ego

The river runs rampant
When the shadow is cast
But there is no figure
Standing
Nor seating
It is just
Empty

Empty.

Scrub my heart with Mrs Tiddle Winkle
My ego is bruised.

Moon, Stars, Sun

I looked at the moon
I looked at the stars
And earlier, I looked up to the sun

I feel you
Looking at them too

And
Even if by
Looking at the moon
Looking at the stars
Looking at the sun

You
Don't see
Me

I am content
That we
Share
The same view

A gift from Him
The moon
The stars
The sun