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

Come, now for this Memorable drink; We're now on the tip; We're now on the brink; Hear me while - there's some music - I'm unplaying Unsaying some things; Be with me - there's some rain - I'm undrinking Unthinking I've really been; How we walked along hillsides, How we walked for miles and miles; Silently - How we witnessed hatred and love; Holding on to every sunkissed treasure from above; Many births, many deaths; And that music of breaths; Did we ever understand; The strength of our land; How we started to grow; But now I've come to know; There's really no way up which we go; This is all that there is. And this is so. All creases that were - Have started to smooth; All stings - all burns have begun to now soothe; And the web - of this magic - is now deeper; Steeper it seems; Though not new, just as pure, just as sure; I am of every dream; How this novelty subsides; How the world shows its sides; Silently - Come with me, stop - Some time in the sha...

Some people wither and blow away, Like scattered petals in the breeze, Like they couldn't, if they chose to stay, They loosen up and slip out with ease. Some people break and shatter fast, Like glass that slipped out of your hands, Like a target that was shot at last, They cannot unbreak and don't understand. Some people weaken and wilt inside, Like wise old trees that stand over years, Like wooden logs that dampen outside, They choke and charr but never shed tears. Some people fade and lighten out slow, Like letters in sand washed by the sea, Like the last words of a song they go, Like a worn rope that pulls itself free. Some people burn and sizzle through, Red coals rolling off a roaring fire, Like an exploding fever that blinded you, You can see them harden and become dryer. Some people, like miffled sobs, burst, Like imprompty tears, they trickle and flow, They are the ones that make you laugh first, And then forever, away they go.

There seem to be no kids anymore, that come at this park, Only clandestine lovers that hold out for the dark, There seem to be no more queues at these age old swings, The scope of this place now means other things. Nobody rakes fallen leaves, They don't fix the lawns, Toy trains, spring planes are now all bygones, On this broken see-saw, we sit, and we stare, At the secrets these people, and this park now share. I used to play here, I'm sure this wasn't the rule back then, But no kids are allowed in now beyond the age of ten, The end point of your boyhood, has become one decade, I wish just a notch, they'd have - a little upgrade. The city has now grown up. The city is in its youth, On each corner in the park, Upon each pine bark, Is engraved, in hard letters, this new, grown-up truth. The double bars are empty, There's no one on the jungle gym , This summer evening is sunny, and my old playspot is grim, Hot air blows hard, in my eyes it stings, I discover newer mea...