He stands awake. A foxlike figure ventures into the woods. Voluptuous fears. His only chance To speak half-truths. He steps away, The river dries out. He does not know How to swim. He falls asleep, dreaming of broken windows, blue-tinted grass And old-fashioned toys. A tiny merry-go-round running out of battery. Voluptuous fears. His only chance To speak half-truths.
Stepping aside, And mending steps, And working two jobs, And renewing her magic. Like the black magic That comes and goes. Like the black magic That comes and goes. Silent wishes, Dreading fun, Founding fathers Of fear and dust. Feeling lonely, Stomping feet, Crafting stitches, and black crows. Like black magic That comes and goes. Dream and hide Her feet deep In the sand. Her troubles diluted With sips of bitter […]
Stepping stone, Wonderful ears They hear the music While I swing along. Back and forth, Like a little child That sleeps And does not want To get woken. Like a song That does not end In innuendo. Wonderful years They go away Like a sad song, Like the slipping rain. Stupid fears, Those hectic lives, The bells go wild.
Singing silently Solving riddles Welcoming the intense pleasure Of dipping my toes in the sea. The water is warm And all I want Is to spend my future Trying to decipher where to swim. Strepitously silent song, It breaks my voice And produces Luminous And distilled sediments Of fear. I am helpless, Like a river That heads Towards the unknown immensity. Only to die in the sea. Intense pleasure That invokes fear And truly starts […]