Deep In Your Empty Chest

I don't know why You are
Black, White, and Gloom
crawling out that hole
where you were whole
stacking wheels of clues
rolling hearts up -
up your sleeves
you wear them well
but not all of them fit
looking really deep
outside your heart
you know
they really deserved it

When you can't fill
that empty chest with anything
then you wear
stolen hearts
on your sleeves

I don't know why You are
Mad, Sad, and Blue
rowing deep into the sea
where you can find only yourself
filling glass bottles
with all your love songs
you only deserve one
and singing the rest
to the bottom of the sea
looking really deep
outside your heart
you know
they don't deserve it


When you can't fill
that empty chest with anything
then you wear
stolen hearts
on your sleeves
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Close

Close to you
so close, I feel far away
as far as I get, as close to me as you are
I see nothing when I look at you
but I see so much more when I look into you

You get close and the closer you get,
the further you are.
If you step back, we can be closer,
the further you are, the closer you are





© EOU 2010

Plain in Site

I can no longer tell

conspiracy

transparency

waves of ocean breeze

trapped in my skin

I am color water

brisking under the sun

fulfill the path beyond

reforming

reborn 

Summer st.

Words, lost to him. To carry this known fact all by himself, this place will fade from his memory, places that will die to him. Free, the feeling fulfilling assurance that he will never be again on that avenue because the street he's looking for is ahead of him. It is awkward this awful feeling that is sure everything will be fine. But it is sure right to be unsure and keep one guard up, the wall for imminent danger. Let's not speak of the what could happen and focus on what is happening. Try not to look too far into the distance, there are too many obstacles in the way and to think too far ahead will only bring lonely disappointment. Have you ever been on a sure road, a paved and clear road, a road with no cracks, tears, or imperfections? No,one could have, it is just unreal.  

The Ground Underneath The Eve of Adam

Red apples distractions
dripping juice
beating on ground
sounding pebbles hitting rocks
glowing bare feet on the living rocks
gently creasing every step with
strokes of feathered dolphin fins
emerging from the beautiful giant's back
her finger pointing at the nudists
parlaying into modern man
from living in to leaving the forest
walking the mile, color bathing under the fired sky
not knowing the meaning of bare
unconscious to what they are
looking for no meaning
attached to no string
to now covering their identities with mounds
and mounds of fabric
and hiding from the fire god
under their sky cover
out of site of vitamin D
learned from the knowledge bush
of grass spreading smoke and ashes
that time stays and the same time dashes
titans clash

The Most In Memory

Dear, 
Beloved, 
Respectful, 
Precious,
When I look into my past,

I don't clearly see you

but recall a man walking away

with sports coat over his shoulder

and my thoughts exactly was

"I want to be like him"

the road that separate us

is where I picked up my first cigarette

already lit, half smoked with a fume curved shape
dancing nude

temptation cease to exist
as the cigarette touch my lips

and the smoke left me breathless

coughing for almost forever
while water exit my tear glands

but you came and went like the wind

and until I saw you again

you was a ghost in my memory

every time I fall forward, I fell back

and recall you holding the bike seat

behind me until you let go and loudly said

"Go!"

I went and then I did not see you for

more than just some time

and when I find myself looking up at you

and remembered thinking

"What was wrong with me?"

but you never answered

my unasked question

saving my breath for

not stupid question

so I was quiet most of the time

I could not blame you

for not liking me

I didn't like myself

so much that I try to bleach my personality

bathing in a pool of request
until I as swimming in an ocean of your wants
but anything for you to look at me as you do him

I could not be half of what you wanted me to be
so I split into two leaving you my better half
and all the static noise showing you
but the truth for me

was that I wanted to believe
in you

I am mad at myself

for losing to myself

because I was right
I just could not see it
and apparently
neither could you
and when you and I look into your eyes
and we both see what you want us both to see
the perfect person
but if you put your glasses on
you may see yourself better
because I see you really
and I really do not like

you were most there

but not truly for me

you were most there

but only physically
I always felt not a part of you

and that is what I remember

the most

Lost

lost

on the train

drowning in the motion

into sleep

lost

on the bus

drowning in thought

of all the micro beings

leaning their way

for me to host them

lost

on the plane

drowning in fear

peering through the sky

as we tear through the clouds

lost

most lost

to see you standing there

so long since I've known you

and now I don't know what to do

Man's Religion

It is a curse to be bound to
the love for the love
that a father should father
these many children
but name them all his child

It is a blessing to be bound to
misunderstand the misunderstood
that a thing that is so good
make man feel so bad
man born innocent
but die tainted

Underneath a cross
on knees
hands together
head down
talking to someone
within me
above me
that's only way
to have it
God's religion

Instead
we pay for our sins
to such thing as God's money
while slowly losing faith
some working for God
and some working for money
the so called man's religion

but God didn't put you here to work for him
nor did he put you here to work for money
he put you here to live
to work for life

so I get
underneath a cross
on my knees with hand together
and say thank you
for I don't believe in man's religion

Source to feeling

trying to cry borrowed voices

no time to plead or see

when your heart stop beating

and it beats someone else's

you feel first numb

then dumb for crying someone else's cries

when your ears stop working

and you borrow someone else's

first it's crumble of channels

until you think you stumble on

something you've never heard

when your eyes fail to see

that it's just fire burning within

patience is your water filling

but you are scared to swim

in the ocean of questions

and now your meaning is gone

after this, you won't feel again

everything that once meant anything

will remain forever constant

slowly dying an untrue death

wailing voices in everything

because of what you've done 

when you see life

from where you are

it will be too late to heal 

hearts will pound

you'll be sorry

for what you've done

Short Flight: Dancing Shoes

After many years of wondering
I think it's time for me to travel
maybe sleep a little longer
before I'm sprinkled on gravel
send strings of message
through the empty can
saying my young goodbyes
now just seeing that
the rope will not hold
and so I let myself slip
from the wooden chair
and with my dancing shoes
I step dance on air
probably the longest dance
but definitely the most painful