the sigh

the sigh the sigh
escapes me leaves me
return to me
sigh
i have given away how i feel today
sigh with wings

a castle in the winter winds
blinds closed sunlight lost its power
california sun through grated windows
long lost memories

the sigh escapes my lips
goes on before me after me through you
enters you and searches
your breath

windy stairs to your ancient tower
we live here in a dream only made for one night
but going on
forever

touch

i put my hand where your heart is and i loved how small it seemed. it was too loud to feel your heartbeat. the bass of the music overpowered the rythm of you. and yet i can sense it. it has the same flow. i don't know what else to say.

are you scared?

i know why i usually fall for the artist type. you know. we like to idle away the hours, and go mad with work at the odd hours of the day. we don't function well with set schedules. we don't do well with having to do things all of the time. the idle time is vital for the time of creativity. some call it lazy. oh, laziness is so underrated. you think you are doing something when you watch tv? you think you are doing nothing staring at the wall? i stare. i have stared. my eye used to disappear from view where there was nothing left but white. it freaked them out. so they fixed it. said it was a weak muscle. but it needed a break from looking. it wanted to see what's on the inside. now they force me to always look on the outside. like the others. like you. who judge me from the outside. there is no time anymore to look on the inside. but if you care to know me, look on both sides. but you have to be a bit like alice, follow the rabbit. run down some dark corridors. but then you may never return from them. does that scare you? if it does, you best stay away. love is not for the weak.

don't trust what your eyes can see. trust how it feels.

i cannot tell you

i cannot tell you
and you wouldn't wanna know
all of life is wrapped in roses
that wilt too soon

good girl bad girl
she says pulling petals from her lips
i have grown beyond good and evil
way before reading nietzschean antics

so while the colors are fading
let me burn a hole in your head
unleash the gaze of night with half closed eyelids
you were mine