who am i these days?
by the time 2020
is over, I'll know
who am i these days?
by the time 2020
is over, I'll know
Hundreds dying of viruses
every single day
every single day
Hundreds dropping to choruses
every single day
every single day
But
the Economic Show must go on
must go on
and on
and on
and on
forever
out and under
up and over
our dead bodies
our dead bodies
our dead bodies…
When I make art for myself
I’m happy and feel alive
When I make art for others
a piece of my soul withers
and dies.
looking for clovers
in fields of lush green, i hope
to find emeralds
before You, we’re lost-
after is breathless wonder,
free of their bound cage
the string in your hand
pulled tight- trailing from a root
living in my heart
I like to
watch the rain
fall-
watching rain
fall
gives me
peace
Falling rain
reminds me-
what rises
to the sky
will someday
come back down-
down,
to the boring
poor
ground.
they chase and they chase,
following my footprints- i’m
prey… hunted to end.
in a world of Rose
this elongated pose, is
more Iris, than Rose
To be warm
is to be safe
But warmth is not a right-
warmth is a privilege
If you are cold
freezing and dying
you do not have the right
to build a fire
You have the right
to remain silent
So when the storm comes
and buries you deep
and you have no wealth
then
you will seep
And you will freeze
forever exercising
your right
of remaining silence
until your cold
bitter
end…
when the fire runs out-
and you end.