My favorite song is the one I choose to listen to at that particular moment.

It can either reflect my mood, or be used to change my attitude.

Find me where the sidewalk splits--

Where shadows stretch themselves

down the pavement; forming outlines of people

with eyes like tunnels and hands so wide

They could hold the fear of centuries.

I speak fluent poetry and hold cups

of coffee that I drink only half of.

The lanes are wide yet I feel as though

I am driving on a wire.

What is this you call comfort?

Forgiveness falls from parted lips--

Parting are we, but for short a time;

A time that chills your finger tips

Tipping you over the unforgiving line.

(This love is yours, you are not mine)

Loose and lifeless hanging your head,

We're heading for fault and fear.

I fear your words have turned to lead

I have led you to disappear...

Deep in the shadows all is clear

Your breath is short and hollow

footprints never to be followed.

Lightly Follow my thoughts.

I've never felt the heat of

so many raindrops

before

Drizzle dip trip

slipping on pavement

Drag me under,

This is love

Hit Grit split

Me open and tear

The beauty from

My skin

Lift Lips drip

Pull me through

Your loop

And encage me

Bruise bite break

Bind me to your

pattern Watch me

gasp for air

Dream Stream scream

Watch your coral lips

As they say,

Trust me

This.

Is.

Love

the light of her being

seeps deeper

than just skin,

riveting, terrifying, electric.

Color exists no more on the

outskirts of her body;

no longer threatens

the observers, or

dares the curious.

It is hidden, for

you must swim through

her galaxies to reach it.

her hair smells like

burnt wind and the light

appears to curl

around her like branches.

she refuses to stand

in front of windows,

but the mirrors before

her double the rays

of the sun.

oh what beauty it is

to be untouchable.

With ease, he runs, breath puffing,

Lungs fighting, going nowhere in particular,

but it's somewhere. In that direction--

he points beyond the window with a fist

full of purpose and knuckles that have

sucker-punched life right in the stomach.

He walks onward, outward-- toward

the camouflage forest that burns

to tell the world it's alive.

“Pay attention!” it says.

He talks about poetry and his eyes

look like they could hold galaxies,

not in the way they shine, but in the way they speak.

So much to say and I'm afraid to read them.

He's the boy you want to keep up with,

chase around the corner of the block just to say

You won and watch the way his mouth moves

when he talks about a past love.

You wouldn't care if he caught you staring

but you wouldn't dare kiss him either.

He's not the kind of boy your lips want to touch,

so instead, you touch him with your heart.

You'll see him everywhere. He smiles

with warmth and all crooked teeth,

with the same eyes like stars and you

count the constellations on your fingers.

Then lose count and remember

you only have two hands. Two hands that try

to hold everything.

You are already carrying enough, so you

look at him and try not to fall in love.

Your heart hardly knows him, but

your mind has memorized all of his pieces.

The rain stops.

You are looking down the

Wet stretch of pavement,

Helpless and hopeless,

for he is already gone

Before you can say,

I love you.

        The pianist manipulates the piano. The drummer manipulates the drum. The trumpeter manipulates the trumpet. The cellist manipulates the cello. The violinist manipulates the violin. The flutist manipulates the flute. The harpist manipulates the harp. The conductor manipulates the harpist and the flutist and the violinist and the cellist and the trumpeter and the drummer and the pianist. The audience manipulates the conductor. And the song manipulates the audience. 

        All those hands, waving and pressing and clapping, symbiotically, simultaneously manipulating each other, plainly and mainly manifesting manual magnificence and all her manifolds - maniacal magic mandating more and more and more mana until the desirable hand is played...