They pet wolves like lambs
out of cowardice, and then...
The sunflower blooms
in me aren't as bloodthirsty...
When have you stopped
searching for others in you...
How and how much do you sell your conscience?
How, how much and to whom...
Awareness is not ours
we merely swim in it like a fish in a fish tank...
Suture up your wounds
for the pain to stop feeding from your neglect...
Time's perfection-lost
That's why in true perfection...
We often get so
used to ourselves we forget...
This makes no sense.
What is this sound...
The fires that bake the bread
in the oven of uneven rages and broken hearts...
When it feels unbearable
That's when you write...
The lights are mellow and light,
I'm beginning to see you at night...