Friday, March 23, 2007

Wide Open

I am a doctor
I am able to fix your cancers
And unbreak your legs
Kiss your blood
And patch up your wounds.

Can you do the same?
A doctor needs a doctor.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Sheet Music

There's a piano in my chest
Every time I play a note
It swells and expands
This song I wrote is gentle
Like that first summer breeze
I grew up in the grass
Dreaming of a beautiful girl
She was the everything to my something
And I feel like I've finally found her
So I sewed a home with love and twigs
Secured it with the best intentions
Hoping she'll move in
Hoping she'll stay for awhile
I baked in good thoughts and I boiled up my great smile
I based it on hers
It might not taste so great
But i worked on it for hours
I still play that piano in my chest
On a cold winter's night
There a fire that burns for hours on end
Keeps my fingers warm
Keeps my playing at it's finest
Until my heart bursts into a thousand pieces
There will be fireworks
There will be picnics
There will be moons to cuddle under
I hope they come soon.

The Tale of the Moon and the Tree, as told by the Grass

He whispers "I am the moon."
And the lady tree loses her leaves, and cries in the form of sap
"Oh please father moon, don't let me grow old
Have my babies fall from me and die
While I stand dead and hollow,
Raped and worn,
Crying for you to...
save me..."
Grow grow grass, forget my name.

{this is really really old, like mid '06. it has a drawing with it, which is why i never posted it. for some reason, i thought today was the time to do so.}

Is It Over?

She parts her lips
To let out prisoners
They melt in my ears
And harden my heart
I don't like the sound of goodbye.

A Widow's Kind Heart

Oh, you look cold little one
Take my coat
It belonged to the Earth's sweetest man
Starving in the whale's throat
I loved him, I love him!
Oh, little one
I will do the crying for the both of us!