A butterfly
without home.
Does he recall
the lips he’s brushed?
Does he remember
the petals he’s crushed?
Or does he just fly
and flit,
not caring
one little bit?
Does regret reach
deep inside?
Or is life just one great ride?
Alas,
To be a butterfly.
To know nothing
but the next rose.
Sundays
bring
soothing sun
and
summer kisses
in the park
with my lover.
close every door
shut.
no one will enter,
and you are free.
you board the windows,
and stuff the cracks…
you are safe,
and alone.
all of a sudden a
Tinkling in the attic-
And you know
It is
too late.
She steps
down
to you
with a smile.
With a smile.
Your heart soars,
even as it becomes
a slave chained
to itself.
And she smiles.
As you unshutter the windows,
She smiles.
And together,
You walk out
that door.
And together
You smile.
and continue,
Interrupted
for all
Eternity.
Interrupted,
for all to see.
Who is that?
What does she do,
When you look away?
Does he dance?
Does she sing?
Does he capture the soul
of the moment
with a pen?
Or does he cease to exist
when you turn away?
Where do you go
when no one
is looking?
Where do you go?
One turn
takes you drifting across the sea.
Two turns
has you holding on
to me.
I
did not
see this coming.
Oh,
here we go again.
Summer.
I walk this path
because I can,
I walk this path
because i must.
There were many before me,
But this path is mine.
With each step
the way gets longer
with each breath
the way gets clearer.
No one can follow me.
No one can walk with me.
The way is lonesome.
The way is beautiful.
“Where will it lead?” she asks me,
Lips wet with regret….
“This path is mine,” I reply
“and I walk it alone”.
I wear a mask
and a costume
for most of my day.
I hide
from
their
unquenchable
thirst
for order.
I wear a mask,
And I hate it.
When I take off that mask I dance naked with my muse,
then, you see me
Here,
sharing with you.
I take of that mask,
And laugh with my friends.
Then I put on my work clothes,
and I Play.
I Play.
I want the courage
To always be naked,
I want the power
to always play.
I want the love
To always be Ray.
It all
till it stretches
You.
Till it pushes
You to
that place
You are
afraid to see.
Feed till you burst,
But you wont.
So
Eat,
And
Devour
Yap it all up,
And look for more.
What else is there?
But to get Big?
Get it while its hot
Sip it when its cool.
Its there for you.
Its all
for you.
aren’t you famished?
I’m starving.
You’ll fuck it up.
True Story.
Shhhhhh
Keep it quiet.
No one must know,
that
I am
in love.
with a cruel
hard
beautiful
mystery-ridden
Bitch.
Every step of the way,
as I look a bit deeper
into her wide
open eyes,
in that vast void,
I feel myself
slipping
deeper
and deeper
into my own soul.
It scares me
how far it goes.
it scares me
how far I must go.
it scares me to glimpse
just how grand
we can all be-
how grand we
MUST
Be.
But I am ready now.
I am ready
to dance with you.
So Madame,
You wicked wonderful
wild woman,
Let’s Play.
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