Isn’t it easier to glue your skin to the pavement-
Than to meet my eyes?
Oh, to live on this warm pavement!
To burn your skin
This desire feels like creeping heat
Don’t move a muscle!
You’re carved from stone

Isn’t it easier to keep the fireworks inside you-
Than dare open that cage?
That wretched cage!
Lest they ignite
The loudest sound you’ve ever heard
The brightest moment!
Beautiful and gone

The suits march off
to their working place
And return day old soldiers
I thought once
they were fighting for honor
But this day old roamer knows
They are fighting for ego
The pigeons chatter
on the sidewalk
The two men
walked the other direction yesterday
The pigeons ask why
Suits tread the same pavement smooth
When they could go quite anywhere

[My friend asked me once what city had the fattest pigeons.

I asked which had
the fattest men. ]

We always lost most precious things in our life, when the things we have to protect become too many.

You ignore my phone call
A silent treatment
I brought my love
Inches from your eager lips
Then went back to him
You grip the wheel tightly on the car ride home
And I keep my life
My boring life
Because I know what happens
When you dance with artists on rooftops
There’s always something more beautiful

You’re having a Saturday night
On a Tuesday morning
Artist pacing
Union Station
Red eyed wanderer plucking
Pencil lines from the air above you
Coffee dripping
Atoms ripping

A painter sits, sipping

look ...look .
I see it clear . don't all your people hear it coming near . a new beginning in these times of rough . and our skin is getting a little tough . with each tear and each tear . we cry in the dark shadows that fill us with fear . I love all who feel , because without you, we wouldn't have a world to share . or even care to have such a fair feeling there . today we shine , I encourage all of you to make one random compliment to someone random . not to gain fandom . but just because who cares what happens . the entertainment in there reaction should be filled with caps and screamed out loud . have them floating by us like clouds . cause we are who we are , nothing changes that . why not enjoy it until someone can enjoy us . I love you all even when I fall . I express words that won't be heard at all . but at least its a letter to someone who may understand one day . I just couldn't take the pain . I feel so good that I'll die for everyone's gain .

I love the way you please me
The way you find time out of your busy day.
I love the way you appear mostly out the blue.
Whether it's for a couple of hours
or a couple of minutes.
I am always glad you came through
To make my day a bit brighter.
It may not always seem like it
but I love these moments spent with you.
Not because of what we do
But simply because it's you.
It doesn't have to be anything over the top.
You don't have to look your best for me.
It's always a surprise to see how you've took time
out of your day just for me.
Away from the harsh demand of work
The craziness of getting from point A to B.
To arrive at my door and we just be.
I love the way you put a smile on my face

The only thing I am certain
Is the feeling for uncertain things
The only thing I know
Is almost close to nothing

The only thing that doesn't change
Is that change is not ashamed to remain
So, what's the only thing that matter?
Maybe, just maybe, depending on this poem's reader

Or maybe, just maybe, it's love that only matters
If that so, then why it'seems not it so?
Do I look at the wrong angle?
Or, do I look only on things I want to see?

I hope to find this only thing
Or, I'll just look for some things