Sometimes serious

Like an unwanted weed, grow, Like a little sleeping seed. Will somehow be uprooted No sooner than it's sprouted, Tarnish the spell of dark- Sunlight when you need, Grow like an unwanted weed. Supplicating times arise, Survival, generation, reprise So bow down and plead, Grow like an unwanted weed. Come up, and do your task. Later they don't ask- If you fail or you succeed. Grow like an unwanted weed. All you have at hand is what To yourself you command. Blood was so you'd bleed. Grow like an unwanted weed. In survival and its fight, What's fit is what has might. Some day you will concede. Grow like an unwanted weed.

I don't want to use a key instead of ringing the bell, I don't want to come out of this melancholy spell, Now that you're not there. When I find something new, immediately think of you, And I won't have anyone to tell, Who would I go to? Now that you're not there. I want to cuddle up near you, and make waves in your wrinkly skin, To throw a fit, crying, so you could reverse it with your grin, And to stubbornly attack things that you deeply felt about, So I could secretly believe them, you wouldn't leave me with a doubt, Where would I seek answers now, where get a pat on my head, You're not there now are you, they tell me you are dead Now that you're not there. Your things are lying around, your glasses and your water, And as silent and as still, your sons and your daughter, Your smell, sweet and silent, still comes from your room, It almost looks like you took nothing at all to your tomb, But you took my sleep when you left, You sneaked away without tell

Hours thinking of one memory, Like a bird roosting on an electric pole, That never flew again. In Isolation, we're incapable of seeing. I draw you, You draw me. There's no story. There's only Being. How free are we really? Birds fighting out of smaller doors, Into cages larger and larger. Learning over the years? How to lie, please, present and sail. Dreams of higher swings.

Afternoon Summer Heats Up Playing Cards With Myself all the Time Here Deserted Roads Gape at Me. Faltering Voices of the Night Green Leaves Bathing in The Cold Breeze A Cicada Keeps Company Maybe It's the Wind again Or Did a touch just Ruffle My Hair Here Unbecoming Storms Stir