Wet Bandit

creeping in

Some Thing on a Wing

Time is no escape for me.
I don’t know how much farther I could ever be from
holding hands in peace.
The individual notes on the songs I wrote are
just tiny tributes
in pieces.
I found a reason.
I’m not even supposed to say,
but it’s much better this way.
.
If you sit down sometime
and start to think about outer time,
focus on your hands.
.
You are a master.

Waiting til morning breaks

I was in love before I even knew your name.
I would do it all again for a little more time with you.
.
I do not get the purpose of my life yet
Most of it has been spent alone
It is at these times hopeless that I ask myself
Is this a gift I’ve been shown
Solitude brings wisdom outside looking in from
The hours that most people sleep
A knowledge of life takes hold and thoughts that are real unfold
My soul can be seen because my eyes are deep
I cannot heal all this pain that I feel
These nights that I spend with only me
I slowly suffocate
waiting til morning breaks
it seems like an eternity
Crumbling into your hands
Filter me through your mind
Darkness envelops and you can’t see a thing
Pain is what you will find
(written a long, long time ago)

Let You Go

I won’t let you go
til death do us part
You have changed my life
You’ll always have my heart

Unknown

I get so lonely
looking at the stars-
using all my instincts
to find out where you are.
Can you feel me calling;
holding up a flame?
I’ve seen you in my dreams,
but you didn’t say your name.
I purify my body;
I’ll be here when you come.
Whistling through the silence
I thought would make me numb.
If I seem a stranger,
or am otherwise unknown,
look for me at twilight
waiting here
alone.

Today

Hello
can’t
you
remember my face
.
I remember yours
.
I remember the way you used to love me
.
The way you’d cry,
and I might die by you
.
Perhaps I blew you away
You’re so far away
so far away
.
Don’t forget me, my love
Don’t forget the way we used to hold each other every day
I’ll never forget the things you used to say
I will love you forever
and I am still waiting for you
Today

Pi

Coming from the Past
.
Bringing you a Present
.
Incarnate of the Earth
.
Living out a Lesson
.
Manifesting Form
.
The Infinity of Pi
.
The will of the Almighty Mote-
.
Even Flowers Die

Through the Moonlight

The only thing that is real
is eternal.
We don’t just wash away.
Everything that has ever been
has made it possible
for us to be here today.
My love for you is never ending,
even though I may have to send it
through the moonlight tonight.
You know I am waiting for you,
and I am counting the days
until we can disintegrate.
.
Underneath the waves,
there’s a person
without a place.
Let your surface float about.
Be at peace in this space.
.
We are all in relation,
and there is absolutely no such thing as space or time.
Just the two of us-
male and female,
and our relation
to the energy between our minds.
.
Can you not feel me when I think about you?
I get so lost some times.
I sense you intertwined.
.
I smell your essence.
Your little habits.
True,
when I want you,
I look inside myself for you.

King of the Clowns

I am the king of everything.
I am a clown.
I hear what I want
when you’re not around.
I look at my things.
I sit on my seat
hearing these words;
feeling this heartbeat.

I reach with my hands
commanding my air.
Declaring my will,
but no one is there.

I fancy my sunlight
admiring the shine
announcing to the world
that everything is fine.

Memory

Though the air is cool around me,
theres a warmth within my core.
Your last breath
inside my chest.
Expelling,
and wanting more.

Found in everything I see
after every opened door,
this feeling I’ve been blessed
unto thy last caress.
A memory,
I am sure.