To Timbo,

Leo the lion-
with his falcon above the sea.
You are existing
and nonexisting
between being and nonbeing;
and whatever these things mean.

Your young body turned to ash
as we weeped and said goodbye-
To a man once living that morning,
then evening came and died.

Like Neruda said,
"You're a swimmer in the sky"
Our gentle giant diving-
always diving
here and by.

So close as you are far to us now,
we still hear the notes on your guitar
To a man once living in the morning
then nightfall, departed with the stars.

Timothy, his name.
See his hands and face.
Like a lion he was
and Kings who never stay-

Though their exit's all seem bitter
and many left to wonder
King's can't live forever
when they're meant for someplace better.

Swim in your skin

I want to swim in your skin,
come crawling.
Surely you won't leave me lonely tonight,
will you darling?
Not even Anz whose alone like I
can bear the unbearable things you see-
or else we go falling,
like the waves that crash along the shores at the brink of the sea every evening,
yet restore themselves back come fine morning.

Here's to...

All along the waterfalls,
we wish for something after all

Into the golden gates we go
Into the deepest catacombs

Here's to everything we know
Here's to Edgar Allen Poe

Here's to the dancing puppets
diving into the unknown

Here's to everything we know
and everything we don't know

Cheers to us all,
and away we go

Two Rolling Rocks

Does the memory ring
from The Bell that's been broken,
the same Bell that never should
or could succeed?

We fall,

Like two people who never knew each other at all

Like two distant rocks next to the same waterfall



(Artist: Vladimir Kush)

Wolves sigh

The moon rises gently up over the hills
on a sea foam filled with laughing daffodils
one by one the flowers chimed,
after hours throughout the night
But you could never oblige
because the fire instilled in your platonic eyes
still burned
still cried to ride till midnight.

Go ahead and ride the moon till midnight
like wolves that sigh,
who knows if this time will be your last time.

Inspired by the mojo risin

Your eyes are what do it all of the time
Is it a crime I convicted or just a lie?
I'm tying along the strings of our lives
Are we intertwined or do we just play nice?
Twice I told you
-still no reply

Twice you came knocking
without an alibi.

The earth still spins on crystal boats full of hope
as we lay our weary heads to rest

Temptress,
ignite our souls on fire
as we dream away

Are we in search of an imaginary place
or just a means to escape?

Do we all exit the film the same?