reminder 5: pearls (from 11/4/06)

“pearls” (written 11.4.2006)

 

I don’t want to live in a shell
like a clam
Let me be your pearl
keep me around your neck
and show me off to your friends

Open up my heart
and let me forget
the chains and the walls
separating you from me
again and again and again

Open up my heart
sweet Love
Set me free

music wasn’t made in a box
it was put there for you to hear
the world wasn’t made as a trap
it just becomes one
if you forget

I wasn’t born to live in a shell
so when my pearl comes to life
beware baby beware……
I love you

reminder 4: I love being myself

I love being myself
the innate ability to create
as new cells replace
old cells
in my body

I can create relationships
from isolation
color where there is
blankness
change where there is
order

making messes makes me feel
most alive.

reminder 3: all the imaginary things

all the imaginary things
get built into statues
all the imaginary things
you write books about them
all the imaginary things to love us when people let us down

i am not your friend
i am not your lover
i am not your pet
i will never, ever be these things
but for a second i am a wall you touch
so that you can feel more alive
by comparison.

-nov. first ’09

reminder 2: playing fools for fun

playing fools for
fun as if wisdom
wasn’t there in each
stupid action as if
admitting it would mean we were dead
would mean we were done for
everyday i wonder what you would really say if you weren’t
locked
away
opposite side of the door
looking through the peephole i thought i saw it all
thought you were in my head
you were in the hallway
I thought I knew what to say but
i swallowed that key a long time ago
sometimes i can feel it in me
not
down
for
good
(())
when you hide from your own wisdom
you won’t see
what you don’t want to see
everyone handles loss differently
some compensate with lots and
lots of relations
some of us try to be equal to ourselves
to the people we’ve created
to the thoughts we set free
 to the love we surrender
*
ask for explanations
i can’t even explain to myself;
i’ve turned all words to string
connecting everything

reminder 1: pleasure is simple

pleasure is simple

open up your window
I’m airing out two skins

one for me
one for you
which one will i fit in?

reaching out your armor
but it’s much more hurtful to be
under cover
when everything is soft
because it makes you
the hardest thing in the room
i can get you

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but i can’t get back
my extra skin