(2013)
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
