Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my friend speaks
so matter of factually
of the facts of life and death



I wish I was him
no fear
only awareness

real or fictional
emotions swirl slow-motion
search for gravity

real or fictional
emotions swirl slow-motion
search for gravity

real words
in real time
ain't heavy

pixels surfing gravitational waves
from finger tips to the loneliness
of cyber space

saying goodbye
thinking so long
pre mourning downs

whose words are real
speaking in an empty room
echoes on the walls

abandoned railroad tracks,
rusting steel grown over
wild with grass

past promise
given with optimism
pay-up day

on a dark screen
lines of code
waves touching shore

trees fall in forests
words spoke in empty rooms
who knows my intentions

all our words are signs
love, death, no, our self-control
lost in the meanings

sparse facts
emotions don't translate
oceans of distance

tranquility base
to captain jack
adrift on a dark sea

Quiet is the mind
silence on the tip of tongue
no words to explain

night crawls
through the labyrinth
solution unfound

I was overjoyed
then the clock
became a wound

it is late
going to sleep
dream solution