running naked in the light of the moon

come with me
and run away
from all the buildings and schools
and rules of life
that we ought follow
and though they may call us fools
we will do something they’ve never done
we’ll have fun
so let’s run
naked in the light of the moon
let the wind flow over every inch of you
then we’ll roll in the grass
and let time pass
…
i’ll whisper secrets in your ear
and we’ll be free
at last

Northern Light

the Winter solstice
and ramen noodles
transport me to the land
of Eskimos
people with nothing to do
except fish now and then
the ones really searching for something
try meth
but the common strain among them
is inactivity
and a strong desire to overcome it

sitting looking at the stars
they wonder
“is there something more?”

Terminal

It’s warm inside
but I can feel the cold outside
this place
this dead place
once held bustle
but no one stops by anymore

I like to think that I’m waiting for a flight
some ghost plane that’ll come down from the sky
and fly me to a place called Night
but nothing comes

Now I think I hear a whisper
some distant cry
saying:
“nothing should be forgotten-
nothing should be forgotten”

Epitaph

I was a scribbler among poets
A whistler among musicians
I was a student among teachers
An illusionist among magicians
I was a statue among workers
a brick among darts
I was a dwarf among giants
Ah, but I was a lover-
Among mute hearts

An Untitled Return

Try to split a diamond with a hammer
If you do it like you think you’d do it
You’ll scratch your hammer
I saw that once
A beautiful gem sparkling under the moonlight
And it’s luster made it seem soft and weak
But when that hammer came down on it
I saw the strength of diamonds
The years of burning intensity produced something solid
Unmovable
Because when flames and pressure mount on top of something
They change it
Coal becomes Diamond
Rock becomes Magma
Two people become a fiery collusion of emotion
And what is a feeble blow to those things?
It is as futile as a raindrop fighting the ocean:
In the end water is water
And passion.
Whoever it is directed at,
is still passion