Follow Me

Follow me to where we lead to:
sunshine on the leashes,
darkness on the rise.
Follow me to where eyes lead you to,
onto the lark of all moonbeams,
silly as it is,
feeling to the skies above.
Follow me then to where moonbeams lead to,
the solitude of singing men...
Follow me to where dramas make you laugh,
and I'll lead you to the sunshine of the leashes:
darkness on the rise, they're just the same.
Follow me to the wilderness of the heart...
Where do the verses go?

On Dots and Marks

I need you.
To look into my eyes.
And tell me what it says.
Wait, oh wait.
Have I not been lying?
Have I jolted you.
From your mistaken ice?
How I've wondered
Long enough.
For me to tell you that.
I need you.
To feel the beat of the heart.
Can you feel it?
How does it feel.
When you turn off the lights?
How I've wanted to say that.
I need you.
To hear my whispers.
Of sentiments.
Where there are no lies.
Can you hear it?
I've been wanting to tell you that.
I need you.
To smell the gasps.
Of longing and loneliness.
Can you sense it?
The reek of solitude?
I've wanted to tell you that.
I need you.
To taste the food for thought.
That you and I.
Come hand in hand.
How does it savor?
It's been years.
And it will be years.
Or will it be real.
That I'd finally see.
Hear and feel.
Smell and taste.
You.
I've wondered.
And I've wanted to tell you that.
I need you.

Words

If all should leave in time for daylight's mind,
I may have to improvise.
I may have to engender a feeling of something worth my time.
If everything must fall in a space where dreams are air impossible to breathe,
I should vary myself either to the reveries or such -
So soon enough shall I find, that
If things are about the rules and daily orthodox of rules,
I may have to violate them.
I may have to live the life of ogres feeding fears.
Can you hear the calling of the chimes?

If everything is supposed to be what they are supposed to be,
Then it's not fate; that is not destiny.
Call it brittle words: brittleness made into words.
If everything are verses unrepresentative,
I may have to fight a god with my mighty sword.
After all, they're all just words... they're in so far words.