Baked on newyears

I think the best thing
is writing poetry
while baked
falling into clouds
and swimming through jelly

Head is so light and airy
and
Im hungry as a famished walrus
arms are noodles limp and wobbley
doin' circles feelin' watery

and words come out by themselves
unlike gum in your hair no peanutbutter is needed
no think:think no
smooth liquid pouring out in flowy vocabulary
it isn't scholarary
it is young and simple
as it was and is-sleep child!

Dream #2

i jumped from a balcony
and landed on my feet
i was hallucinating
i didn't know what part was real

i ran
though many chased
but which were there?
they cornered
i pushed
did i push hallucinations?

i ran
though i saw the third
the third was pitch black
so where did the sucking noise come from?
certainly not the third

i did the routine
as followed
i did the routine they taught me

did i hallucinate the gun?
would i really die when i shot into my skull?
BAM
are those really my brains on the stage?

Dream #1

In the most twisted sort of dream
which was so very real
I am sure it happened
I couldn't open my eyes
I couldn't open my eyes
in this dream or reality

When ones eyes' are shut
for an extended period of time
and they are brought into the bright blinding sun

To open those eyes of theirs would be sheer agony
To force them open is burn, is sting
Though in a short while the pain subdues
I couldn't open my eyes
or rather keep them open
the pain stayed
no matter what the pain stayed

The eyes told themselves to shut,
to shut out the pain
I walked blind through halls
and halls
and many halls

Or were they halls?
I couldn't see
Many asked
"What's wrong?
Why are your eyes closed?"
I had no real answer
Will I ever open them again or am I too afraid of the pain?

The feast

The feast began

To start there was a lime
bitter in her mouth
leaving a tinge of cynicism and unreached goals
making her lips tight and thin like age
and her eyes water
No sweet love
only powdering drying parching ugly taste

Then there was a lemon
sour,
younger
Reminding her of those uncomfortable times and angry situations
where she held her tongue
It tingled her with excitement and with pain
It was those times that you love so much even though they hurt you
It left her face twisted, pained and tears streamed down her cheeks

Next she ate the clementine
sweet, sour, small
It burst juice into her mouth
shockingly and brightly sour like panic and surprize
It was youth
It was the waiting for news
It was the anxiety
It was the punching of her gut as the news was wretched from your lips
It hit her hard and soaked in leaving her astonished and proud

Finally she peeled the orange
Huge and juicy
Sweet as moonbeams
Gold as sunrays
Filling her mouth with happiness
brimming and dripping with syrup love
It was her greatest moments, her undeniable passion for him, her life beginning
Her heart exploded with orange flavour

The feast

I'll treasure you(original)

I'll Treasure You(original)

I tied a rope to you. I tied you to my arm. But when the rope came undone (you clung to me)x4 I wont let you fall. You wont go away. Ill hold you close. Together we'll stay.

Chorus: Ah-ahh-ahh-ah We'll ride the waves. we'll sail the sea. I'll treasure you, please treasure me

The pirates flag makes us afraid. Don't be afraidI'll hold you near. They'll capture us and steal our ship but we'll be together, baby we're roped together. We walked the plank and sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. We floated up and swam for hours being chased by sharks.

To the island, to the shore. we walk the beach, safe secure. Bottle holds a message, no a map. Follow to the treasure, to the X. We dig in the sand, find the chest, open up. Inside we find, eachothers hearts beating in time

When seagulls argue

Angels ripped apart their own wings
and soft white feathers floated down from the sky
by the thousands
showering the men and the women

Sliding off their shoulders taking their sins with them
The children tried to catch them but the feathers blew away in fluffly rolling clouds
Because the young are innocent
and the young are pure
and need no angel baths to clean behind their ears

The feathers turned to dust, to soot, to ashes
as they crumbled in the sin
and the angels wings were bare
but they were beautiful and their eyes shone in glory
Though white bones hung from their shoulders
bare as antlers,
bright as stars

And all the people,
all the millions
swept the dust, the soot, the ashes
and were clean and pure as young ones
praising heaven, praising God

Sunday at the mall

Things are sprouting up behind me
Tiny baby cabbages
I taste their scent
fresh and sweet
filling my mouth
I hear a thousand of their wind chimes
from their miny cabbage homes on the bay
"pick us up, pick us up!"
They are calling to be eaten though
I cannot kill the cabbages
Their darling green leaves are blowing in the wind
they climb and climb
so I run and run
They sprout behind, infront, beside
Tiny baby cabbages

It's Time(original)

Da da da da da da da

I'm slipping into his. I'm waiting for your kiss. When all these nights are gone and I'm waiting for your call to say

Chorus: It's time, it's time and I've waited for so long. I'm yours, you're mine and the days we hid are gone

I lied, I lied. I told you and you cried. And when the time came for the truth baby I ran away from you. As the years went by I learned that you don't get the things you need. And I loved you all that time but still you ran away from me.

I cried inside your arms but you pushed me far away. You say I'm foolish and I'm young but still I love you just the same. I did all of it for you but it all just aint enough. I wait alone, alone for you and still you will not give your love.

A poem tough to write NO. Yes tough to write

You curl
You wither
You flutter down
and spill onto the paper-scratch-canvas
And then...you drip onto the floor
and then...the puddle that you make
it boils and bubbles
steams and grumbles
You evaporate...to air
and form together shaping-scratch-molding
and then you're you again scratch-no wait-yes,
SCRATCH come morning you are you again!

Bringing news

Square 2 square u breathe the air
I love you uhn-kun-dish-uhn-ah-lee

Young One

I wonder what you're thinking

Through my window

Sometimes you crawl in through my window
and you climb into my bed
and you whisper that you love me
with a kiss upon my head

And you shudder from the cold you brought
and shake it to the side
then you hold me, gaining warmth
and you take me like your bride

And we kiss until our lips numb
from the passion and the cold
and you hold me like we're children
and you hold me till we're old

And I love you through the evening
and the middle of the night
And I love you in the morning
when dawn brings early light

But at the open of the curtains
and the open of my eyes
you dissappear like moonlight
and then I realize

You were never truly with me
Never close and by my side
And I truly only dream things
I will never be your bride

A crack of hell

While walking down The Road
I see people
falling through a crack
in the sidewalk
into Hell

Unaware of their falling
and unaware of their lack of faith
Eaten by the Earth
Sucked into fire and thunder
Chained for eternity
Isolated and crowded
dripping hot sweat

Stepping over the crack
Stepping over Hell
onto the safe side-Earth
In the process
I walked past paradise

By avoiding Hell
I missed Heaven
Now, bound to Earth
I long for Hell

though the remnants-no chance subdue

soft-fragrant
pleasure-desire
divine-remedy
heated-taste

he twists her,
throws her-yet
sweet and gentle
he carresses

she-biting his lip,
his cheek,
his chest-screams
in pain or pleasure

virtues-descend
silence-breathing

he takes her up-a toast-
and drinks her
she flows through him
she sinks into his veins
she wants to stay there

they are source-
they are fountain
blissful dreaming
heavy breathing

the fountain overflows
she cries-for love-she cries
the last kiss
lingers
throbs
sighs

kissing her brow
and holding close,
naked,
secure
bodies exchange

he breathes her in
holding her air captive
she allows the theft
transfer-lungs sweet medicine
she is in him as he is in her
what it taken shall be given back
though the remnants-no chance subdue

Things I love

Stained glass windows, orange juice, chocolate covered pretzels, playing music, big snoflakes that land in my hair, Ted Hughes, Stanley Kubrick, vintage clothes, pianos, pins, red lipstick, skating, painting, exotic foods, old movies, The Beatles, Regina Spektor, Kimya Dawson, Leonard Cohen, tea, being bitten, baby kisses all over my body, theatre, gardens, dark stained wood, warm blankets on cold days, odd and cool knick knacks, hot showers, quilts, old churches, exploring, cats, babies, knitting, picking my outfit in the morning, markets, searching through crap and finding a diamond, homeless people, the elderly, people who realize they have no power over me, praying, small dark bars, writing, poetry, bandaids, floral patterns, dresses, vests, the 50's, swing dancing, 95.5, playing guitar, baking, the beach, Will Smith, sushi, black licorice, cuddling,texting, lighters, smoking, running, reading the bible, music, Frank Zappa, The Cure, Tom Waits, David Bowie, the Police, Joni Mitchell, Johnny cash, Plants and animals, Hey Rosetta, taking the train, skating, sailing, performing, picnics, painting, working with wire, researching random things, my mom, my dad, my sisters, giving people homemade gifts, micro fiction, writing songs, building forts(snow/blanket), playing in the sprinkler, being illegal, babysitting, sewing, staying in bed, libraries, museums, Woody Allen, Cake Boss, Say yes to the dress, clay, Halifax, Montreal, seeing relatives, the idea of getting married, Friends, Coconut, mixed cds, bike rides, roller coasters, amusement parks, Washington DC, castles, roadtrips, NYC, cake, waterfalls, my guitar, teachers, having long hair, and kool aid