Waste time, come home, go to sleep

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My man, embedded in a leaf

Caught up in this fire brigade
I forget where you are sometimes
Behind the tree leaves
Of a distant paradise
It’s where I want you belonging
Free and happy
Viable and beautiful
No gray clouds cast over your skies
Limitless possibilities
Smiling, playing with rocks
I just want to see you happy
Like this
It’s what gives me joy
Your eyes
Forever imprinted in the leaves
Your eyes through the shreds of a leaf
Colorful gem
Against the deep green
Looking at me

How the hell does one do it?

How the hell does one do it? Age gracefully. How do you manage to spin and flow as you dive? As you die?
How do you make the best out of winter? How do you cook food and manage kids? Slap on a smile around your family? Pretend to listen to your friends? Sacrifice the time that you could be sitting underneath a tree all depressed, by hanging out with people that you don’t want to deal with?

How do you stand up tall and preach morality, and live a lie to yourself day after day? Get moving on coffee every morning so that you don’t fall asleep in the daylight? Make money and blow it all on retail therapy, games, watches, phones, vacations, cars, and expensive pets. On a box of pizza slathered with cheese and grease.

How do you chain smoke and not hurt your throat 24/7?
Don’t you ever get mad because the world is as is it right now?
Can you put on a colorful jacket on a rainy day and walk the grey, dark, cold streets without an umbrella just to feel alive? Or would you rather have tea parties with a bunch of freaks and have a good time. Would you be willing to lose it all over a bottle of wine. Would you lose your house and a car and walk the streets naked. Would you live to tell about it.

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Whirlpool

Not sure why sometimes the soul speaks
Like a tempest to the seas. A drop of water in a vacuum tunnel; turning fast into massive whirlpool
The size of a universe. That’s how I feel
Falling in it with you. Feeling the shrill
With the brain numbed
Our eyes dilated and the mouth open, unable to scream
The tide is way too loud
The feeling is way too high
Not sure if it’s the tunnel or if it’s just being with you

 

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