Substances like Oranges, we range in what we do

You look like all the others and you act just like them too
you hide behind the light at times, no one can count on you.
I do see see through you clearly when you yawn and laugh and squinsh,
and you look at whats beside you in a way that makes me think.
Are you sure you understand that there is nothing you can do,
to be acting like those others, looking like there is no clue,
to this meaning and the dancing, in the kitchen late at night,
when you get home from the job you do and let go of the sight,
of your face when it is acting and your mind as if its blank,
and your chemical reaction to what happens everyday.

So you act like all the others and you sit and wait and stare
in the subways on the way home, you have nothing left to share.
In the lonesome fight for distance and in the lonesome need for time
we must all come to admit that our action´s are not crime.
for we all have hidden faces and some things we try to hide,
and when we look like all the others and we gaze into the night,
we forget about existence and hold on to one great fright;
that the changes that may happen and i tell you this is true,
they have not to do with wrong or right, have not to do with you.

Its a process that you go through and its odd when you can see
that by acting like those others, you are wasting what could be.

- Sometime December 07

Determined to hear what she shouldn´t

I walk right out, i scole myself i run and jump and slow myself, i ask myself, i wonder why, i never try, i never try.i see myself as otherwise, i cannot hide, i search and strive.but halt.i stop. i stop and watch.i play through what it is i want. i walk right on, i thought it through, the history with me and you, no reason for what i can´t do. i ride along, i sing a song, inspired by what i can´t try, i tell myself there is no sense, no feeling that i feel intense, its just another game i play, remind myself of what to say, of how to act and what to do, i´ll never make it up to you.forgive me dear i did not know, that passing time at such slow pace, could be so sullen full of grace. i did not know, i hadn´t learned that time was something that i earned. i wonder. i wonder. i think of all the others. what is it they do, to keep themselves from walking on or passing through? but halt. i stop. i know what i forgot, i weigh the edges of my pride, i ask myself, i wonder why- regardless of the stones i throw, regardless of their weight, i stand there tall i stand there straight, i huss and fuss, i make mistakes. at last. at last. but then at last. i walk right on, right through the song, i sing it right, i hear your tune, i hear it there, right in my ear, i´ve learned to listen very clear, but just not to the things you see, the things we do, the time we use, the usefull time, you use my time with no clear line. i will be fine. i leave your house, i walk on home. i don´t turn back, i do not phone. i wish i realised it right and that i felt at home tonight, but walking out was only good and leads our time to where it should.

-sometime september 07