Lost Boy

Stone cold, sandstone;
stand still, engage no thrill.
Wind breaks down,
sandstone to ground;
tears glue you back together...
My tears.

I weep for you & your broken heart;
your lonely soul,
your devious art.
Your beautiful, devious art.

Fade into air,
let it carry you anywhere
you dream.
You still dream,
don't you?

I know they're dark.
I know they leave you
lying awake;
alone.
Hopeless.

Is it enough
if I have hope
for you?
If I have dreams
for you?

I know you live in the dark;
shadows are easy to love
when they follow you
everywhere.


Without a second thought,
I would willingly
give you my light;
despite the cost.
Don't stay lost.

c.marie

Brief & Bitter(sweet)

We run in different circles.

We walk in different lights.

I smoke your shake to breathe your ghost.

I sing your name in silent plight.





c.marie

"In Sleep"

 I lay awake at night and pray
Not to see the light of day
I wonder how to behave right
He has left me such a mess
Counting to protest
My mind can't get no rest

Fast asleep where I keep my memories
Calling me out in dreams,
He visits me
What will be
Will I see him again soon
oh oh oh oh

Why am I so terrified of waking
He's gone and I'm feel I've been forsaken
In sleep is the only place I get to see him, get to love him

The scene, a city after dawn
Becomes a field of corn
And I've had this one before

Fast asleep where I keep my memories
Calling me out in dreams,
He visits me
What will be
Will I see him again soon
oh oh oh oh

Why am I so terrified of waking
He's gone and I'm feel I've been forsaken
In sleep is the only place I get to see him, get to love him

I know that when the story ends,
the one that's in my head,
Well I'll be alone again

Why am I so terrified of waking
he's gone and I feel I've been forsaken
in sleep is the only place I get to see him, get to love him
Be with him
I love him, I love him, I love him

Lissie- 'In Sleep' video

Beatnik

Sometimes,
I speak
in rhymes
to make people think
rather than mime
the times in which they live.

I'm the beatnik cousin
who's inhabited more than a dozen
places with people
from all generations
outrunning temptations
brought by
the infestation of greed
& those who need
reassurance...
when the only thing that matters
is self-endurance.

A vagabond, a vagrant;
migrant worker changing
as constantly as the seasons
rearranging my tetris life
infusing dreams & reason
to conquer strife.

Black sheep, steer clear
forked tongues
make shiny shears.
try to cut my fleece,
better
learn to sleep
with one eye open,
here's to hopin'
you stall
at ground level
stuck on the first rung:
social chutes & ladders.

c.marie