Someone I want to be.
Someone I want to have.
Someone to be whom I despise.
Someone to anchor me so I don't fly.
Some one to be the God.
Some one to be the Devil.
Someone who fucks me sweet.
Someone who hurt me raw.
Someone who holds me tight.
Someone who tells me lies.
Someone to dig a grave.
Someone to be a slave.
Some one to sing.
Some one to cry.
Someone to lie down & die.
Someone to be alive.
Someone to despair.
Someone to whisper.
Someone to continue.
Someone to annihilate.
Someone to hate.
Some one to hate.
Some one to love.
Someone to grieve.
Some one to grieve.
Sing.

I flee whenever I sense difficulty,
afraid to face my inadequacies.
The walls are getting higher
until I can't get any air.
Maybe I should rejoice-
encountering the weak points,
pitch a tent & start a fire,
relaxing into the wilderness.
And enjoy the adventure. 

Last night searching for death,
this morning drinking in life,
what changes?
The music, the music
of trees in the wind.

I let go of the shore
now I have a canoe.
Not sure where it came from.
I've always been alone
treading water, in warm lagoons,
afraid of drowning
into the unknown.
Have I got a compass?
Will this be enough?
Doesn't matter.
Go see some mermaids.

It's OK to love this mess;
the pain & disappointments.
While the heart keeps a rhythm,
there's a future quietly awaits.

May reality be your playmate when illusions fade.
May it storms when you're strong & calms when you're weak.
May you find people that are your missing piece.
May reverence overcome hate.
May your possession be few,
and your spirit be great.

Morning haze, golden light
on chicken feathers.
Golden fleece, anointed living,
another day for chirping birds.