I see you

I see you when you’re down, And depressed, just a mess
I see you when you cry, When you’re shy
When you want to die,I see you when you smile
It takes a while, At least you’re here
I see you.
I’m alone with you, You’re alone with me
I see you when you hide behind those words
And when you lie, it’s no surprise, I see you when run from the light
Within your eyes, I see you when you think
That I don’t notice all those scars
I see you

Yes, I see you
I’m alone with you, You’re alone with me
What a mess you’ve made of everything
And I’m hoping that you will see yourself
Like I see you
I see you

I see you when you chase, All the dreams inside your head
I see you when you laugh, And when you love until the bitter end
I see you in the dark
At the dawn of something new
I see you

Yes, I see you, Even when you cry
And even when you’re shy
You mean everything to me, Even when you lie
And even when you hide.

I see you.

Send in the Clowns

Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air,
Where are the clowns?

Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move,
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns?

Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there

Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here

Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career

But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year

All the way.

Have I ever compared you to the stars?
Have I ever described your eyes in ways that resemble constellations?
Talk to me about time.
Talk to me about the universe
in all ways that I’ll never be able to understand.
Spin me around like a clock and take me back in time
to the days when stars shined brighter than these city lights.

We don’t have to say a word.
Make no noise, not a sound.
Let silence fill our ears.
Let the quiet take over the earth.
Let us float in this peace,
and enjoy the time we have together.

I had a dream, however insane, that we were dancing with the cosmos.
Twirling with the burning stars,
and playing hide and seek with the spaceships.

I know that you have to leave soon
and I know that stars don’t burn forever,
but lay with me here on the ground.
We’ll count sheep all night until
the sun greets us in the morning letting us know
that the night is dead and gone.

It’s not my fault that I fell in love with the world in you.
I see so much life in you
and I think we should stay in this position forevermore.
We will never miss another darting star,
Whirling its way passed us breaking our silence just for a second.

 

Complex Spring

Waiting for spring to return this winter’s day.
Straining to touch warm breezes of the past.
Caught in this prison of grey and white.
Wishing to break these dark chains that hold me.

Remnants of fall crumpled like brown paper on the ground.
Straws of pale brown growing up through the snow, it’s dry.
Seeds and freeze-dried fruit lay scattered about under trees.
Bare limbs and stalks drip with liquid glass.

Trees hanging bare, grey in lifelessness.
Winter birds call out, single in their pursuit of leftover meals.
Tracks of animals unknown dot the landscape with patchwork.
Waves of ridges etched in the white lead off to nowhere.

Sparse, sun-filled days bring brief glimpses of hope.
With the promise of warmth waiting to banish the cold
that holds me to my past and this existence;
waiting for spring to return and thaw this frozen heart.

Doomsday they call

With sand sinking quickly,
It’s dragging me down and there’s no way of saving me.
You stand and watch me drown in my own river, for now, I’m just a skeleton in your closet.

Words of regret you feed me,
But I throw them into the stream because the adventure was so much sweeter.
I told you to just leave me in a pit and wait for the earth to cover me up.
If you so greedily wish to see me again just dig me up.
When I ask to throw me into the sea you were scared of the waves I was to create.
I told you not to worry because if you want to see me again just dive down below.

This life is all I want to remember.
I don’t want to live in the future.
You told me if I died you’ll never grow my flowers or cry for my pain.
So I stopped and lived another day for you.

And you told me you have been on the run for decades but never knew why.
So since you know you must keep moving you kissed me in every language you knew,
As our hands parted like passing ships.

Hold

I don’t have the time of day
to beg for pardon ’til you stay,
to get down on my knees and pray;
for it to rain, just all the same.

I don’t have the trust in you.
You choose comfort, I choose new.
You’ll hear it once, you swear it true:
the sky rains black; you’re sure it’s blue.

It’s just like paint, a blood-red heart,
a colour sample on a chart;
I’ll build an abstract sculpture, craft
it carefully and call it art.

Then, I’ll sell all that I create
and save enough to walk away,
whilst you’re left dripping wet with rain.
Whatever made you think I’d wait?

row upon row

What stories hide beneath the skin?
What rich knowledge?
What puzzles to solve, doors to unlock?
What landscapes to explore?
Oceans undiscovered,
Ripe with creatures beyond comprehension.
Lands of mysterious hues,
Shaded, bright, and beautiful.
Layer upon layer,
Row upon row,
Floor atop the floor,
It is seemingly impossible to see it all.
Our minds fold at the thought of ourselves.

People want People

I’ll be stuck on you until I’m put to
Rest
Look into the future just to see my
Death
Lying here lifeless now I know I’m
Next
Lying here crying waiting for your
Text
I’ll be doing this till my final
Breath
Will, I ever get better or just die
A Mess
People want people cause people want people.
But I knew there was more from the day we
Met
Can’t take back the tears and the time I
Spent
I loved you and didn’t know what it
Meant

In a dark time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks–is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is–
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I am I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

Less Evil

Empty as death and slow as pain
The days went by on leaden feet;
And parson’s week had come again
As I walked down the little street.

Without, the weary doves were calling,
The sun burned on the banks of mud;
Within, old maids were caterwauling
A dismal tale of thorns and blood.

I thought of all the church bells ringing
In towns that Christian folks were in;
I heard the godly maidens singing;
I turned into the house of sin.

The house of sin was dark & mean,
With dying flowers around the door;
They spat their betel juice between
The rotten bamboos of the floor.

Why did I come, the woman cried,
so seldom to her beds of ease?
When I was not, her spirit died,
And would I give her ten rupees?

The weeks went by, and many a day
That black-haired, with hazel green eyes woman, did implore
Me as I hurried on my way
To come more often than before.

The days went by like dead leaves falling
And parson’s week came round again.
Once more devout old maids were bawling
Their ugly rhymes of death and pain.

The woman waited for me there
As down the little street, I trod;
And musing upon her oily hair,
I turned into the house of God.