Sunday, April 24, 2005

Mind Talk

When the days run together
I wonder so often
What runs through your mind
Everything sings through my head
I wonder which voice is my own
Which I should listen to
My blood pumps
My heart beats
I see your hands so soft so small
Those days I wonder if I am really awake
Here
I think I search through the night
No matter how hard I look
And look into your eyes
I cannot see what yours say
But you can see me
You look through me easily
I could tell you what they say
The smoky lines say i love you
I am not sure
Sometimes they lie
Once I find what I mean
I still dont know what your mind says
To mine

Winter

In the winter I turn cold
The stone that was my heart
Still carries frost
Into the summer
It begins to thaw but not before
Chills of winter again enter my spine
Biting cold of winter nights
Crack me into helplessness
Binds that tear me
Never heal
In time for winter's grasp upon me again

Those Eyes

I close my eyes
Open my mind's
I see you crying inside
Praying with streamed cheeks
Help me to see what the tears are for
Help me focus, see what the tears are for
Please tell me how I can help
Understand how I see in your eyes
Something familiar to me
Something unsettling
Discomforting in your eyes

The Last

I have longed for that one
The perfect, last cool-skinned bullet
My saliva wets the hard barrel
A sinister kiss
It feels cold and dead against my teeth
With both hands I grasp the rough handle
My finger squeezes the trigger
That bullet, the precious liberating bullet
Resting in its cold sleep
Soon to be awaken
The shining cylinder racing through the barrel
An explosion, cold and calculated
Unforgiving and vicious
The gun only a machine to deliver
A servant to the bullet and operator