Exit strategyI'd like to sell it alland walk awayIt's gotten too big.Too much on my plate.Too much to handle.Start againWith somethingsmall and spareAway from hereWhere I can hear myself thinkAnd maybe like you more.Sell it all and walk awayOr let it all go,Piece by pieceTo those in needBecause I don't needTo be crushed byThe weight of a never endingStream of things and wants.Sell it all and walk awayStart again with somethingsmall and spareOr let it all burnLeaving a trailOf ash from hereto the stars.
Alive againSmashing, bashing against the wallsGasping frantically for airSuddenly awakeDisorientedBecoming awareLike a wild thing caught.Coming out from underThe anesthetic dart's influenceFighting the cage and captorsAlive again.Sudden inhaleGasping, thrashingLike a wild thing caught.Seeking an exitAn escape from thenarrow confinesOf a poorly chosen life.
Lesser goddessA butterfly kisssoft as spring rainfalling upon the hollow-the warm valley betweencollarbone and shouldermid embracebarely perceptiblebut placed with reverenceas though I were holya prayer to a lesser goddessfor favors,for blessings,or to bless me withpure love.and I return each embracewhile that butterflywarms me.pouring my life into youWith each actionbecause love is essentialNecessary as airand you dearare winded.soft rain falls upon the hollowbutterfly gentlestirring the airthe lesser goddess withinsmiles at the memoryblessing me with warmthfor the coming winter.
shiver and burndamn but I do love the shiver and burnas the bourbon goes downIt's the storm before the calmsynapses ignite and smolderand blink out one by onetiny ash piles on the waysideof a life in chaotic transitionfirst the shiverthen the burnthenend transmission.
UntitledToday, Icannotturn the music up loud enough.I want the music loud enoughthat I can feel it reverberate through meAt a cellular level.I find myself lost in the rhythms,full of emotionsI don't have words for,wrapped up in the complexity of lyrics.Every breath rises with a joyThat threatens to split meAs though I've grown too smallTo contain it.And again.Play it againSo all of me can hear.Play it loudSo I can feel.
broken transmissionpsssssshhhhhhcracklePOPchirp"This is...Do you copy? Over."Sometimes, love...sometimes love is so bewilderingthat I can feel so muchfor a soul dwellingoutside the skin I live injust because the other exists.Joy in mundane coexistence.But.cracklePSSSSHHHHpop"This...me...DO YOU COPY?"Millimeters apartclose enough to conduct electricitybetween us, across that miniscule gapthe words just aren't flowingand I'm failing to reach youand I'm falling apartlike a broken walkieor a radio station broadcastingat the stars in hopes that the right earswill catch the signalbefore the last star blinks outI blink tears away.Screaming on the inside"YOU DAMNED FOOL! I LOVE YOU!THIS IS ME LOVING YOU!"because action isn't as you had imaginedPssssssssshhtCHIRP"This is me...DO YOU COPY?"and I love you with force and fiercenesstransmittingand not being heardor feltacross that chasmthough my love is actionand action and reactionand I get out of bed each dayto show you with my