I wish I existedI am just the soundThe old radio playsStatic and songsNeither good nor badNobody notices when it's turned offAnd I wish so hard that I existed.I am just the shadowSitting in the cornerNo eyes see meAs I watch the gamesPool, ping-pong, darts,Shouting, laughterBut no eyes see meAnd I wish so hard that I existedI am just the girlfriendObligatory lumpOn the boyfriend's sideDo his thingsMeet his needsAnd I wish so hard that I existedBut I don't
Imbolic 2007Midwinter's moonlaying lowjust above the treesOpen, full and widespilling lightfilling the whole earthMoondrops roll gentlydripping from the dark breastsand round belliesof the mountainspooling deep in the meadowsHeavy moon-drenched snowweighing the low tree's branches
Finding Beauty 01I was out looking for the perfect violet. I though I had found one, and had just picked it, it's stem sturdy and strong in my hands, when I found Her laying in a bed of fresh green aspen leaves, their round, slightly serrated edges framing the bright fallen-leaf copper of her curling hair. Her pale face peaked in a sharp little chin. Her long, pale lashes fell on round cheeks that shined with the matte glow of a fresh-fallen yellow apple. And then I saw her wings. Transparent as a dragonfly's, they draped gracefully over her narrow back, mingling with the aspen leaves. Each had an infinitely delicate vein system in crystalline-shimmering gold, and where the veins became to small to see, I couldn't really tell if her wing was there until a slight movement made the light refract off them in a golden sparkling rainbow. I could have watched her sleeping forever, but, clumsy I, I stepped on the smallest of dry twigs, snapping it loudly.
I am the WriterI am the writer.With word as my artI draw picturesacross white paper.Smooth sentencesflow like waterfrom my fingertipsacross the keyboardonto a blank screen.I am the writer.With my wordsnations are foundedor crumble.I am the writer!The great mageswait my commandand all their magicis mine to use.It is my decisionwho will live and die,the world waitsholding their breath!I am the writer!And then I wake upand I'm nobody again.
DancingDancing by myselfwearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirtand jasmine perfumewith the music so loudsinging alongwatching myself reflected in the windowand my shadow on the floorbecause there's nobody else aroundand it feels good to be me.But then you're hereand our bodies once as sure as twining snakesare strangersfull of elbows and kneesawkward anglesand blind mistakesmy rhythm is gonethe music lost in meaningless noise.Your eyes find mineand your hands guide my hipsinto a new rhythmgentler than the firstguide me to a music quieterthat only we can hearand we are nothing but two vinesgrowing on the same treeindistinguishable from each other.Then you're gone and by myself againWearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirtthat still smells like youThe music pounding out of the speakers so loudthe floor shiverswhere my foot counts the beatbiding my timeuntil we can dance together again.
Red RaspberryLook,beneath my dark leavesbeware the thornsFindsweet ruby clustersskin tight and shinyTasteas rich as the earth I grow inas sweet as the sun that feeds meSavorevery drop of juiceas precious as the dawnTakeall you can carryspread my childrenI have given them all I can
Todo contigo, o nada con nadieNadie puede amar como amamos nosotros, nadie sufre como sufrimos nosotros.Y es precisamente por eso, la sensación de tener todo lo tuyo, y de que tú tengas todo lo mío, lo que me provoca el miedo de sentirme aún más solo, vaciando incluso mi orgullo tan necio.Y me gusta saber que eres mía, y que puedo buscarte para mirarte de frente; con caricias llenas de incendios; con el mar de mis pensamientos hecho un espacio infinito donde tu alma se funda con la mía.Dicen que antes de morir ves pasar en un instante los momentos más significativos de tu vida. Intentaré alejar todos esos recuerdos, esos pensamientos, ese dulce sufrimiento, para quedarme solamente contigo, hasta ir perdiendo poco a poco nuestros frágiles corazones.Pero… de repente… lo entiendo: es inútil, imposible.Te veré pasar por algún rincón de la ciudad, lejos de mí, de mí vida y de mis recuerdos.Porque vivo animado y a la vez con
Funny How it Works OutI wanted to be his SunMaking his bright daysEven brighterBut I became his MoonShiningEven on the darkest of his nights
you're the only wishing well I've ever believed inOpen your mouth and let me drop coinsplip plip plopstraight down your throat.I'll press my wishes to your lipsand maybe they'll come true.
It's Like Poisoni never likedthe taste of cigarettesuntil i tasted themon your lips
SomethingThere’s somethingIn the wayThat he looks at her,That makesAll her worriesFade far away.
MoondanceJust you and I in the garden,dancing under a full moon.I see the love in your eyes...reflected in the moonlight.It's a marvelous night for us--just you and I in the moonlight.Nary a care in the worldas the music plays soft and low.We twirl and shuffle in the night,lost in the rapture of each other.Just you and I, myself and you...nothing else to care about now.We dance on past midenight,not taking notice of the time.I hold you close and kiss you,feeling your breath so soft.It's a night for a moondance,and the dance continues on.Come the dawn, we mightstill be dancing by ourselves.--RKJ
Us Against The World...It's us against the world, my dear.Just you and I in a sea of scorn.They do not understand our love...and they can't understand, they hate.You were meant for me, and I for you.yet others cannot see it that way.They don't wan't happiness like us, dear...but in their hatred lays their own downfall.It's us against the world, my lover.Just you and I...that's how it must be.You never have to worry about me...I'm there to hold you close, win or lose.Never forget that our love lets us live.If they can't see that...then we won't forgive.It's us against the world, forevermore--fighting the world for our rightful place here.--RKJ
love and landmarksyou broke down today,sketching your fears onyellowed folds of a blank canvascharcoal smudges and blood stainsmasked by peeling brush strokes.but what scared me the mostthe colors of your fears and dreamsnaked and permanent,before my eyes in watercolor,etching out your heart.and I wasn't sureI wanted your confession.I poured vodka againstthe grain and the pastelsbled into the city streets.I went home and mappedthe letters of my love withink and paper dotted withsalted tears and hollow breath.and if i had let you lean on methe same way I've leaned on you,a million times, maybe, more,i would have realizedour fears were the same.I'm building a wall,burying lost hopes and dreamsand youinside the bricks and groutjust like china.
The EndHello Darkness, my old friend,We're reunited at the end,It seems I'm out of days to come,Witnessed my last setting sun,Is the world a better place?For receiving my embrace...Or is it left in disarray?My parting gift, a price to pay...
With PicturesMy ears are heavy (blue glass stones)My heart twisted (ancient apple tree)Hiding away (rusting chainmail)When I know not whoor whatI want