Koi Fish in the SkyClear blue sky,Suffocates us,Like tendrils, ofSolitude.Do you see,the Koi fish?Swimming myLover. They callthem clouds. Butdon't believe them.They're Koi fishDo you see them?Dancing like fluidconsciousness. Inclear blue sky,Tendrils of solitudesuffocate us. But don'tbelieve them. Thereare Koi fish in theSky.
Fall Into LoveFalling into, nervous,jittery emotions with,you. Is probably the worst,possible choice I will make,because for those of us that,Know. That Hell is the onlyplace we can fall. DraggingAngels into the fiery pits ofLove. Is more horrid thanascending into heavenAlone.
RevoltBecause I am unrefined,And unhindered.Because there are no rulesno rules,And I refuse to mourn,Something I could've saved,but, Chose to let itFly.
Like Trees DarlingLike trees Darling, at sunset,grasping and dancing, to thehum and drum beat of the wind,I want to love you, like leavescaressing, and roots entangling.Like eternity Lover, infinity,so incomprehensible, that wecan only giggle at our attempts tograsp it. I want to love you.So much, that we're baffled.Like lovers Darling.I want to love you like aLover, Darling.
In the Last Hour of this NightIn the last hour of this night,When the coffee's steam has,Breathed its last breath, andthe cigarettes are dancing atthe edge of darkness,We'll all stop on our journeyto sit on dirt roads and lookAt each other, with somethingakin to loneliness.But if life is touch and go, thentouch me like I'm God and run,from my dirt road, afraid of sanctity,Just make sure to leave the lastcigarette with me. Because thecoffee's gone and the door isswinging back and forthon rusty hinges.Not fully closed.
A Lonely Road, You, And MeI want a lonely road,Where the power vibratesbeneath my palms.I want the dust kicked up,and screams echoed across,deserted valleys for milesI want your power hummingbeneath my finger tipsthe sinews of your musclestensing. Muscles strainingas I strain your power.I want a lonely road, and youand me. And the sinewsbetween your musclesScreaming.
So Far AwayYou're closest thing I have of a best friendand I try to put you in the friend zonefor you,for me,for both out sakes.Yet.No matter how hard I try,it doesn't work.I think about you all the timeyet, you never spare me a thought.I practically cry tears about you,for you.I try,yet, the words can't leave my mouth.I like. . .No.I love. . .No.I won't say it,because if I do;I'll have to believe it
LimelightLimelight.Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to? Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too? Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too? How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to Dealing with half of the things we uncontrollably go through?
The Racial EquationThe Racial Equation.We are all born from the same =.÷ by colour, shade and tone. X by the errors of the past. Only +'s to the difficulty life today. Kela lewis-morin
CapableCapable Sometimes I think we are able, Of doing more than we are capable.
Do You Want The SameWork with meFeel what I feelSee what I seeIt may help youGrow closer to meSo we could be a little moreThan we were beforeI want to be closeI want to have that bondThat many don't haveAnd now it's up to youTo make the moveShow me what you want to do.
fascination.clearly i've developed a fascination with cigarettesand hand-holding and cheek-kisses,something about thinking about him on starry nights,when i can draw lines connecting his initials to minebecause he was a cancer and i was a cancer,and my horoscope told me to keep him close to my heartso he could peel back my skin and my ribs and my lungsto steal my words right from my chesthe smelled like Newports and hours-old cologne,but sometimes it was his smoke mingled with a fresh peppermintthat drew me to his lips and made me wonderif i could get addicted to the taste of his nicotinehe made me want him next to me, to lay my hand on his chestwhile our minds soared into the ocean of clouds and birds above usand we stared at each other with our eyes closed,letting our lips speak in a wordless rhythmthat somehow contained three syllables.
I want to loveI want to love.That feeling found,In the space between,Hope and innocence.That feeling found,Flying in the voice of beauty,Wandering the connections of two bodies embraced.If love was or is a fire,Then why have I never felt its warmth?Where is the map, compass or signal for my love GPS?I thought that if the coordinates were set,This would be easy,It wasn't.It still isn't.Never has easy been this hard,Love is seen but seldom captured,It's in the moments,When time is told to wait,For an image, thought or kiss,To happen.These words were constructed,By a calloused mind,And a bruised memory,The scars of someone who tries.
A battle I Can't WinI don't want tohearyou.I cover my ears-but your voice stilllingers.Your eyes speak louderas your face contortsand I brace myselffor battle.But my voice islostwithin myself,hiding,sick and wary.My defense is gone-I close my eyes-shut you out.It's hard consideringyou're not even here,I don't know whereexactlyyou are.but yourvindictive voice ringsthough my ears.My thoughts are against me,I'm losing a battle against myself.
Catch the StarsCatch the stars, lover,Grasp them in your hands,Take the stars darling,Place them in your heart,Catch the stars, lover,One of them may be,Mine.