Persistently

I want my eyes to be
Reviewed again
My stupid jokes to bend
Your serious ways

I want my walk to keep
The rhythm
Carry our story
All the crooked ways home

I want my lips to be
remembered
Over and over
Yours again

Or at least
I wish these insignificancies
Less easily
Forgotten

Holy Games

Lovers with hearts open
wait lifetimes to be free
for each other
traverse deadly seas
through scorching terrain
to wars
over the craggiest peaks
disowned by their families
traveling with nothing 
but passion

and You
pass by Me
each day
bodies free, families happy
nothing holding us back
but we
living each in our own 
gloriously crafted cathedrals 
of fear

Throw out your formulas

Birth is the disconnection

we are born disconnected

walk in defiant ignorance

From muffled sounds in a darkness

Death is the connection

we die connected

rest in accepted knowing

Familiar sounds and faces surrounding

Life is but a process

of confused attempts of reconnection

a mad searching in the darkness for a light switch

Any light switch

And in that dark and ever-hungry quest

for nothing much, there is born

a tale worth telling

Blue Lily Lost

I am a bud
In a dry summer desert
That has been waiting to open
For a long time

Don't mind my strangely placed roots
Please
Or that I am a weird flower to see
In this sort of expanse

If you water me
Please understand
Don't condemn me, if I need more
than you are used to giving

I am a bud
In a dry summer desert
That has been wanting to open
For a long time

It's dark in here
I don't know how to get out
Only that I am hot from the sun
And thirsty

I want to be opened
But slowly
I want to be freed
In a controlled way

I am a bud
In a desert
That has been longing to be
A blossom of the night

If you let me

Lawless

They teach us how to play the game
But never how to stop it
There is no formula
No mend for death or love
Nothing to be done
But feel it
And move to love
Or away from pain