wishing I wish
all the stars
would fall from
my eyes
you’ve made a
mess of me
of which incapable
to break free alone
why won’t you
get carried away
on the edge again
darkness plays
Shiny Star Withdrawl
noalone
shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone
you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you
Song from 'Indian Queen Opera'
Song from ‘Indian Queen Opera’
I attempt from love’s sickness to fly in vain. Since I am myself my own fever, my own fever and pain. No more now no more now fond heart, with pride should we swell, thou canst not raise forces enough to rebel, I attempt from love’s sickness…. For love has more power [...]
You and I - like gum
but there was more
always more for me
just below the surface
and
after near death subsided
a rushing lake of passion
emerged again ….
it wouldn’t have just
stop flowing would it?
Me and myself said out loud
