Alice

In your ninety-third year of life you are crouched over the bones that have taken you across the world.
They have finally grown tired from all the lives you have saved and the hugs that you gave.
Teeth long lost, replaced with new; too perfect to be true.
Hair gone but once it was long
And though parts of you may be fading away, your beauty has never been forgotten.

Your eyes speak the stories of your youth, still so keen and clear - willing you to ask
Where have you been and what have you seen?
Your days have now become woven together,
Flowing without intermission -
No gaps, as you watch the fast world moving around your slow shifting body.

I met you in the street and you spoke of your life, your childhood; the splendor and the strife.
Dates rolled of your tongue as you have told your story more than once.
It is simply finding the ear willing to listen.
With all the time in the world and so many accounts to tell
You inspired a poem, with words that flow so well.

And here lies the issue of ignorance

Yes sometimes ignorance can be bliss
but how can we move forward with silly ideas such as this.
If we were ignorant our whole lives through
then the world wouldn't be the one you always knew.
In Kingston I was impressed with those protesting today
because they were sticking up for the word they needed to say.
You know, we are in a country where we have the power of speech,
the power of ideas and opinions, that capacity to beseech...
but somehow we become so lazy
so we care not if we are heard.
So people think they have little say
but if you looked into things, you might find that ideas will suddenly sway.
Start listening to the news or reading the paper
and you'll find you care, sooner or later.
Open your eyes, take a moment in time,
appreciate your power and please embrace our country in this telling hour.

VOTE

23

At an age of oddest numbers
One questions where to go before she slumbers.
Floating like a feather, this beautiful year
Drifting but falling
In a path so seldom clear.
In the past, odd was found particularly unappealing
One found it's sound and look so sadly deceiving
But 23, you are another time
A middle ground to be accepted as mine.
Your external appearance will be pushed past,
So this year will be the year to find the contrast.

Imaginary mind reader

It happened this way:
Eyes burned holes through walls
and behind the hard barrier was left nothing
but empty space.
A space so empty that the wind had nothing to pick up and dance with.
Nothing was there but the air
and it barely kept a small breeze company.
It was only then, when the walls had all had their falls
and been burned through and battered
that it was realized that there was nothing to be searching for.
Eyes were in fact burning imaginary walls that created imaginary space
and this left imaginary pain
which, of course, does not hurt unless you let it. 

Awake

There used to be this little ball of darkness
that would climb through my window in the early morning.
It was there when I awoke in the bed that was covered in red.
It would hover over my chest then press down with its invisible weight
so that I - could not escape.
Now when I awake, I do not feel such a great weight.
Instead, a beautiful spark of light shines in
and lets a glorious day begin.

Hearts go out.

Pictures burned into a mind
Seen through internet sites and newspapers.
Images evoking pain
Depicted at a distant
So we cannot really feel what has been felt.
But hearts go out
To those without.
We see:
Tolls rise, lives moving
On and off.
But, then more, everything turns around
With a nuclear reactor meltdown
Could be a dose of reality, says q.
A wake up to 'our' world
Where nothing is really what we could call new.
It comes back to the idea that this world still has the control
We are it's victims
Our never-ending role.
We are connected now, more than ever
Through social networks and media forms
Knowing instantaneously, that has become the new norm.
Everything here, in the now
So hearts go out
Learning to never have doubt
in the capacity of this place,
New age, one connected race.
Daily troubles put to shame
Living the moment,
Here, our connected aim.

Walking up the Walls.

Tonight I walked up a wall with my eyes open
I found the world had shifted
and liked what I saw.
Life looked lovely with a side profile.
Somehow life is calmed when you are walking on the rise
blood flow is leveled
as is frame of mind.
All speed is slowed
and I when I saw my heart, it glowed.

As everyone is moving backwards,

I’ll walk forwards against a current.

And when everyone falls down

I’ll rise

And touch the sun with my hands.

When robins sing melancholic tunes,

When he speaks egregious words,

When she spits, curses and cries

I’ll retort in silence.

When acid rains falls in my backyard

And haze fills my eyes

Then I will write all that needs to written

And it will be known, how it was and how it is. 

Slow Moves.

You shall see,
ever so slowly we will find it,
exactly what we are looking for
and all eyes will sparkle like those of a small child
and all hearts will sing the songs of birds in spring
and all the tears will turn to laughter.
Ever so slowly will we know all the right answers
and life will roll smoothly of our shoulders.
Just wait, slow moves will arise.

A circling thought.

That sound that doesn't make a sound unless you're around
is that still a sound?
Hearing, a sense that needs you to be true
but this -
is asked of anything; so silly really.
That man that you see
well would that still be he if he were to simply just be
alone that is
I think so...
But I suppose what I'm wondering is if we must be there
to really care
or to see it to believe it.
To get to have something if you are present.
And if not then what?
Troubling I suppose
for with all the problems that arose
and continue to come
and go
yet I didn't know!
When they came and went
I didn't spend a cent
or try
for I was unaware
so the problems pass yet last
and I am left with only thoughts that get me nowhere
except with a simple rhyme that took but a moment of my time.

Age

when you moved to the next level
you did not feel the change in air pressure
but as time passed
you became aware of a feeling,
the collapse in your lungs
and the movements never to be undone.
with mirrors as the witnesses,
an observance of a lifetime of physical evidence
your eyes stare back at you
with the gaze speaking of overwhelming age
and you wonder how many levels you could climb
without the faintest perception of an inevitable time.

Tidal Pool

i will dive into your burgundy tidal pool
to see how warm the water is
to let it's waves wash over my head
and fall victim to it's crash as it hits my body.
i will dive in and explore to see how deep the waters run
to see how far down we lose the rays of setting suns
but i find your warmth to continue for never ending miles
so i float with ease in your current
to be washed over and over and over again.

second letter.

I'll be the one
to touch the emptiness inside your heart
it, which seem a chimera
full of unattainable space
as you say you can set me free
if movement could talk
all you have done is sung
your jerking, unsuspecting yet uninhibited movements
owe me the pleasure of vision
let me become the one who can grab hold
treat me to it, king.

take a moment.

Time to write something new,
something fresh, yes!
The last few have been slightly sad
a little depressing I guess.
So I'm working on that moment
living in the now and how I feel about what is and is not real
deciding to take it a step at a time
and see what is walked form a squiggly line.
Perhaps head back to that dream world that I'd thought of leaving
but maybe this time it can be mixture...
So when I look at trees I can picture them as blue instead of green
and my life can be somewhere in between
in between the normal state where I thought I should be
and the state that defines what I like to see
because there is really only one life to live
I know that
I know that I should be living for just me
and your life for just you;
sometimes that can seem so hard to do.
I know everyone finds things just as confusing as I
but let's decide to go places, just do it, let's try!
Goal for me today and every day
maybe to just sit and let it be- just that way
not worry about what can go wrong
take a moment and accept however you belong.

Network

It is strange when I find myself looking into the lives of people
I've never even met.

It is weird when I have the urge to explore lives I have never
dreamt of knowing.

It is curious the way in which lives are made accessible and
thus I take full advantage of eating it all up.

Rarely do I see anything new or exciting yet there I am, being shown the same things
but in different ways each time.

World

I have figured out now that my head has been kept
up in the clouds
-yes
the pink and purple clouds
where life passes as a dream
and things are exactly what they seem
what happens is this:
we fly around with gorgeous wings
and everyone has a heart that sings
when you grow tired of this
then you write prose
and the verse is so beautiful
that it moves all souls
things happen in the moment here
because above the clouds is always clear
isn't that so?
Well no.
even though I have travelled far
experiences seem to burn away like glowing stars
I wake up one day
and things are different then what they had been
I think I may be falling through the center of the clouds now
and I always imagined this as an incredible world
but as I found out on my first plane ride
it is far different once you are finally inside.

Movement as Avoidance.

Movement, the perfect form of avoidance
Used to avoid emotion
To prevent devotion
To rid yourself of thought
To avoid getting caught
To find a distraction
From the everyday action
It is a fake form of release
To believe you're at peace
But if you stop for a moment
And sit in a chair
Look forward and stare
You will be surprised with what can arise.
Emotions will flood
May curdle your blood
But this is the real
What you can finally feel
To accept this state
Is an inevitable mate
So thrive for the slow
Stop to breathe then let go.

First one.

If I were frog and you were a bee
I'd climb up each flower in search of thee
I'd hope on your back to go for a ride
You'd show me the world, I'd stay by your side
And though I'd feel slimy and green
You'd reveal the princess I'd always been
We would love each other through water and air
You'd make me honey to show you care
So if I were a frog and you were a bee
You'd fly me away and we would be free

Insomnia

Long twisted nights came together through open gates
It was as they collided that a flood of relief came falling down
Down without making a sound
It was only a feeling felt
The feeling of floating
That hovered over and then fell
And as it touched the non-sleepers
They found a slumber, as it had risen to tell
Speaking to them of dreams they had never received
And they accepted the whispers with ears too overly keen

Golden River

Melted hearts are combined into one current
Which flows into the river, dusted with a golden wash.
Stronger the current's flow, stronger each heart's glow.
For as each heart is touched with a love so deep
It is stolen from the original soul to be collected
For the golden river where only angels can weep.

Wisdom

I heard of wisdom this morning
On the radio
Each time I look at my hands they look older
New spots and lines that were not apparent
Prior to this day
But I know that with age comes wisdom
And with wisdom comes comfort
And with comfort comes serenity
But I know that I do not yet have age
And thus no wisdom, comfort or serenity
But that will come...

How Rainbows are Made.

I met a talented little girl today

Who showed me how to blow heart shaped bubbles.

She won this bubble maker in a dance competition

And when she blew the first oily heart

It came out a bright and dazzling pink.

Every bubble since then has been a different color.

They come in all shades but the sizes stays the same - 

A perfect three-dimensional heart.

They are beautiful and strong

And she can look through each one to see the world

Depicted in varying colors. 

She finds that when she is in the most blissful of moods

Her hearts will come out in a wide range of colors

Then off to the sky, each bubble goes

To form the most stunning of rainbows.

Living at Night

The darkness has become a pastime of mine
A time of silence externally
With a constant dialogue internally
Contrasts of dark and light
How to spend a night
Films of lives playing on repeat
But they are the same people
The same situations
Like a record skipping
With the same lines playing
Over and Over and Over again
Night now a modern day
The difference is in a mind
With a quiet I cannot find

Grow old.

Life started while swimming through burning rays
with personal blitz.
Then as I ran through storms I found this place
where blue lights dance off winter's glitz.
Here whispering winds blew secrets in my ears
and warm hands soothed away all of my fears.
When cold days turned to colder nights
it was song that made the stars burn bright.
And as the last ringing note touched my fading heart
I fell into a mist for the freshest of starts.

Inferno

I believe that I have seen
hell being guarded by
two chubby toddlers;
one boy, and one girl
each with a plastic sword;
though from a distance
we are not aware of the plasticity-
but who would let a toddler
hold a real sword?

Let it fall

They say when it rains it pours
Yes, this is what I've been told
That slowly events will unfold
One dark day
Can start a slow drop
Then with another
Comes the next plop
And before you know it
You are drenched in a storm
'Rain drops that keep falling on your head'
But eyes should not be easily turned red
Dare to explore
Through a rain's storm
Run outside when it pours
Let it fall on your head
Because I've also been told
That after a storm
Comes the sun
And it burns brighter if you've refused to run.

Air.

I have forgotten about you
On more than one occasion
I am sorry for that.
I have lived with you
Spent days and nights and afternoons
Never, have you left my side
The most faithful companion
You are.
You with me
Me with you.
Yet I forget
I am sorry for that.

Jane (The Children's Story)

Needing to refresh?
Take a load off your chest?
Well so did Jane
She needed a rest
So she put on a hornet's nest
Why? You ask
Well no one really understood Jane
She was known to the other children as somewhat insane

So the story goes on...

She put this nest on her head when she was upset
She would walk around and refuse to be fed
But the thing is, the longer this went on,
The angrier she became
And soon enough it was her nest of shame

She thought the hornets would listen to her thoughts
But they cared not
They stung her again and again
Yet still she refused, she also cared not
Days passed, to her parents' dismay
Until one day there was a tap on her hornet's nest door
A little boy, she'd always thought of as a bore
She couldn't see him of course but she knew his shoes
She'd noticed them in class as her eyes had fallen right before her daily snooze

He quietly inquired about her nest:
Jane, do you not find this quite the pest?
She shook her head, no.
He asked another question:
Do you not miss the sun's light?
Of course, she missed this sight
but not enough to give up this fight!
Well then, he proposed, what about flying your kite?
Oh fine, yes of course I know you are right
I do miss my kite and I do miss the light
But I just cannot give up this fight
I have become such a fright
My face is covered in bites
And my shame has grown so strong
So I know I just do not belong.

How wrong you are, he replied
I know under that nest you are still you
I think you are beautiful through and through
No matter the stings, those silly things
forget the blame
You should not hide when you need to refresh dear Jane
Talk it out, don't just pout
I can promise that I will be there to talk
Or go for a walk
Believe me Jane
I would do that for you

She had never thought of this
Of talking instead of hiding when she needed to refresh
And take the load off her chest
She didn't know this boy cared
She always thought he'd seemed so scared
He never had talked to her prior to this
Yet here he was...

But we all know surprises can sometimes catch you off guard
And this boy was playing exactly the right card

In the end,
She dropped the nest
Her face covered in bumps
But the boy saw none of the lumps
He felt only his heart beating hard in his chest
He saw Jane and she saw him
She learned to talk
And he took her for a walk

They lived happily ever after.

Above the Clouds- inspired by Leonard Cohen

Above the clouds are marshmallow clouds
And they taste so lovely if you chew slow

Above the stars are rainbow stars
And they will sparkle if you just softly blow

Above the moon is the chocolate moon
And it's a taste so rich we earthlings could never know

Above the rain is the diamond rain
And it sparkles so brightly in its continuous flow

Above our world is the perfect world
And if we keep dreaming here, it will continue to grow

You fit in so well

An old tune on the radio
You know all the words
Ah! what a wonderful song
And I wonder how it has been around for so long
A classic, yet I have never heard something so strong
You sing along
In your personal private way of being perfervid
Passionate but quiet
It's sung by Dion and Belmonts
I want to dance
Thinking of nothing
But now and then
Yet somehow not now nor then
The music allows for a different time
My heart continues to climb
I think we fit in well
Swinging and swaying
Nothing but seemingly simple music
Filled with character, soul, meaning
We move across the floor
This feeling letting my mind explore

I'll keep dreaming lover

Creativity is defined by Bricks.

In the place where bricks are used as balloons
It is very hard to feel heavy.
Floating up to a dark sun with your brick in hand
It becomes more and more difficult to see anything.
Of course, when the light source is pitch black
We feel to get back on track.
So touch the air to find where you are
And I will send my balloon in that direction too
And we can be together in the dark, just me and you.

Skeleton Mode

Sometimes when I look around at the world I imagine the skeletons
that lie underneath all their beautiful faces.
I try to picture how funny it would be to see their interactions
in their skeleton selves
because if that were the case
they would have a lot more trouble interpreting emotions
and if that were the case then words would become
all the more powerful.

Heart Room

This heart can open up
Into a warm room where all of you
Are invited to take shelter
From any nasty weather you've ever encountered.
For in this soft beating space it is safe.
No one here knows how to judge
And you, in fact will forget as well
Once you arrive.
In the heart room
Everyone only does what they Love to do
And your common overarching thoughts
About unfortunate nuisances are unable
To enter your mind.
This is the place where you may enter
To live solely in the moment
And everything you feel
Registers and then floats away.

Favorites

Poetry, wine, cheese
-please
Chocolate, love, sex
- next
You are by my side
With cold weather outside
And dreams follow the sleepy-eyed.

Lady of the Shower

I washed a face away
In the shower today,
She looked at me sadly
Because she knew she would never
Come back the same way.

Her eyes didn't scream,
They were just sad and calm
As she'd known her life wouldn't be - very long.

You can never recreate the exact same face
Unless you succumb to the practice of 'trace'.
And no, no I will never take part in such a thing.
So I say "so long sad lady"
We shall never meet again.

Bowls in a modern café

I do not mean the bowls in which we drink from
but in fact the bowls we sit in,
attached to a trolley system -
hanging from the ceiling.
Really hanging, like an amusement park ride
but instead you are riding to get your caffeine fix for the day.
Little pods where you can fit up to six people
and in your private bowl, you simply press "roll"
when you are ready to order.
Rolling down to the cashier you order your favorite café latte
then you are sent on your way back to the air space to sit and sip
and discuss daily activities and listen to your favorite music clip.
Down below, which you are able to see because your floor is made of glass,
lies a beautiful garden, a floor with the greenest of grass.
This café, with its own organic Eden, is the most beautiful place to soothe your soul
for you can sit and sip in your own private, modern café bowl.

Music

I Love,
When you hear a new song and you
Are so touched, affected and connected
To it that you need to hear it
Over and over and over again
Until it is pulsing though your body
Until you can feel it
Moving through your veins;
If you have not had this feeling
Then keep looking.

Twisting and Bending through Lives of Others

I worry as their lives starts to simplify
With everyday acts that need to justify
Through actions you must do to continue through
To makes means to an end.

As the twists in her life start to lose that bend
Then maybe he, himself shall lose the parts of what he loves
For they thought all this as an artistic venture
But none of this is seeming of that nature.

You are now in a world consumed by trying to get out
And once you are out, you want back in
The never ending twists of a working world.
Though excited at first, it seems to lose its touch
in the quickest of spurts, completion? not much.

Wait in the Waiting Room

Waiting in the waiting room
You know it's always nice to have a book in hand
When you are in this place you cannot stand
When you are awkward and others are too
And you just cannot face meeting someone new
So we all look down
and put on the same boring frown
and wait.
Wait in the waiting room.

Young Living

The Questions often asked of us,
repeated, repeated, whether intentional or not,
whether outright or in the words we are taught.
They are there seeping into our pores when all we want is to explore.
And so we answer, whether outright or not:
No, I don't know where I am going
No, I have no idea what I want to do
No, I do know if I was meant to be with you.
Thought at times, these answers are covered up
with words that speak in a language our questioners will accept
To get them off our back, to recoil to that state
where as youth, we are kept.
Of angst, anxiety and anticipation.
All feeling the same feelings; the same hesitations.
Asking what it means to be real, does it mean we will finally get to feel?
To know everything that has happened and will happen?
No.
Things come up and we take it, taking an opportunity to make it.
This means to stop looking
Relax
Breath
And Live.

Oh! the Gym

Here again, an awakened energy hits me
I feel alive.
We wait so long sometimes to reunite because after
such a short time, a distance can grow between us.
You become so fearful and intimidating.
I know you affect others like you affect me.
So many love you, so sometimes I get jealous I suppose
But once I return I know you love me too.
You have that ability to see right through
Me.
See right through any troubles I may have encountered along the way
and you make me work, re-focus and work out those problems making me stray.
Why of course, there are times you have pushed me
Too hard, too fast
So this relationship did not last
But I think through all our ups and downs
I've now grown to accept our differences
And now I will only let you push me to a good length
So dear friend, we build in strength.

remembering the facts

Questioning abilities to remember facts
Only leads to my own personal attacks
For all the memories which I lack.
Frustration sets in with ease
For numbers, dates, they enter then leave
As they please.
Sometimes thoughts of worry appear
Because, yes, I fear
That my future is unclear.
Need to forget the idea
That I will be like that
That I need to be like that
No need
It is in the other parts of life that I succeed.
Do not let strengths of others question your way
Remember you for you
And you will succeed this day.

waiting

They do say waiting is the hardest part
And I cannot disagree with this fact
But then, ah, how waiting
Can let your mind explore, move to places
You'd never thought of before.
I sit and wait now and imagine
What will be said and
Felt, and yes, of course, I fear
But this cannot be avoided.
Fear stimulating a mind of creativity
Jumping from one direction to the next
Seeing the worst and best in the shortest of times
Then once all arrives and the waiting is over
All you have imagined is over too
What remains better the reality or the waiting
This is something I'll mentally be debating.

Close

I hold the key to you through a butterfly's wing.
It sits without beating next to me,
always close to me and
as long as it is close
I know you are there.
So stay with me butterfly
I need you to be.

The Power of Pie

Lonely Mary met a man today
Bought him some pie then went on her way
He thought she was great
And licked up his plate
Then ran off to ask if she'd accept a first date

Oh! how pie can bring us together
With it's sweetness or tang or mix of whatever
It reels you in, if you did not know
Sometimes with speed, sometimes it's slow

Now Mary she knew this all along
She'd been plotting her victims, the process was long
When the man walked in she knew he was right
She knew that he wouldn't put up a fight
She saw the piece, it smelled so sweet
And passed it over, "it's my treat"
What could he do, he couldn't refuse
From this young woman, the innocent recluse
But after one bite he felt a change
An uncontrollable take over, most powerfully strange
That sudden urge to pursue and take
This woman he needed, there was no mistake

Now years later Mary still loves her man
She feeds him and nurtures him as much as she can
Ah, the power of pie we say
Once you've had it, you'll never stray

Imperfection

In the all the ways you are not
You have completed me
You lack the flawlessness thus holding the edge
The edge to a world in which I can jump,
Enter and be part of all that I have ever dreamt
Of becoming.
Your world is different
Because you never asked for perfection,
You want only the connection,
A love affection,
and this mean imperfection.

Crow

Someone said you flew away
I do not know where you thought you
Might go but you did
Only to leave us here questioning
Never sure what was happening
And with that you changed
Now to become something different
Devilish if you will, so as
Karma fought back against you
Your red eyes, stared back at us
Love was lost from you bird
Evil taking the last word

Contessa

Only you can comprehend a love for this woman
Soles bare living her days through passion
Believing in the delectable yet sinful tastes where she shows her compassion.
Only you can appreciate the ways in which this woman
Regards life's simplicities with her own personal and delicate fashion.
Never withholding on the richness, why sacrifice? she will question.
Evermore she shall bring that "contessa" fare, bringing a joy so rare.

Rap Music

Rap music can soothe my soul
I swear the more vulgarity and profanity
the more I will lose control
and I mean that in a good way
and I know it sounds bad to say
but there is something about the words as they flow from a rapper's lips
something that just hits me in the hips
it makes them shift and sway in every which way
you know why? They really don't lie.
Something with that beat as it drops
it makes my bottom hop and I just can't stop.
The rap music can say whatever it wishes
as long as the beat is there I don't really care.
Sure, I like to hear something different sometimes
but in general as long as it rhymes I am perfectly fine
with the same old lines
about music, b******, money and style
I really could care less if its demeaning all the while.
I know what it's really out to do
its to get us up off our feet to bust a move
dust off the shoulder and show how you groove.
So I'll love this s***
til the day I die
its the feeling that counts and that ain't no lie.

Friend

Crafted, you have been in ways I could never fully comprehend
All of you, who is always there, you speak of whom you only care
Most striking to all those who see you, you who never backs down
Presenting the aura of confidence
Beyond which I have never seen comparison
Ever-changing yet always the same
Longest I have known you
Longest you have been true

Dear Cloud

I like you cloud
You shift and change with the wind
and I really do not mind
I like you in all your shapes and sizes
And in all the circumstances even when the sun rises
It is nice of you to sometimes let that big sun shine through
I think it shows the beauty that you possess
I know in these moments you are proud
Dear cloud,
But I think that most often you are shy
At times you are so dark I forget that you are even there
Then you grow
And I remember.
When you do your exercises
Sometimes it causes us all frustration down here
You perspire when you tire, you know?
I believe it is because you are so big
But it's ok
I know you need it to stay healthy.
Dear cloud,
I also like you for your humility
You hide those poor stars
they get so tired because they are so popular
It is hard to survive as a star
In the sky with all those pairs of eyes on you all at once staring from afar
they get stage fright, i know
You know too
People get angry sometimes when they see you
But I know what you are trying to do.
I like you cloud
I like you because every time I look you at you
You seem different
But it is refreshing
Just like your sweat.

Selfish

Sometimes we find it hard to accept ourselves as selfish
But we can't help it because we are just born into this world
Where an the action's reaction turns into our own personal satisfaction
Take volunteering,
We all do it, high school- it's now there so we can push through it
We do it for our resume
To walk away from a parent's dismay
But ultimately its for you
Try as you may
You cannot say that you're keeping those selfish feelings at bay
People want to feel that connection, we love the affection
The way you've made an impact in someone's life
It makes you feel so good, are there any objections?
We are making a difference, isn't that so?
I don't know.
It's hard to say for sure, what is pure?

How to be Alone- inspired by Tanya Davis

There is something great about being alone
You can sing and write without society's steady drone
With creativity feeding off these times of solitude
We wouldn't have these masterpieces in such magnitude.
And there is also this place called silence
When words have become so superfluous
We move to this space
Where there is no verbal violence
It's just quiet, even quite the riot
What can your mind imagine, you should try it
You might like it,
I like it.

But sometimes I feel scared when I'm trying to be alone
Maybe I AM blocking out that steady drone
but I need it
I need my creativity to breath off of it
I am set free off of it
For without my social interactions
I would have no satisfaction
No passion
So although being alone can be so liberating
In fact it's my social surroundings that act emancipating.

Dreaming

Your cat eyes are watching me as I fall apart
I fall apart in the moving space in which I sit
And where I sit I pass between the worlds of consciousness
Worlds where you become less and less real
Instead reality is your feline nature which has become overtaking
So now it is overtaking me as I roll into this new place
A place of dream where all is forgotten
Forget that you are in the passive state
And simply fall victim to where is takes you