Touch Again...

A new touch...
and I flew...

Your tear

It just happened...
out of nowhere...
without warning or sorrow...
it's special and almost perfectly beautiful...
but it does not seize to amaze me...


how a tear of yours comes out of me

Bittersweet Torment

My walk is dull
and I my sight is down
I live and live on
but everything seems gray..

I miss the rain, and fresh air..

halls of hollow...
blue nets of sorrow..

to find a courtyard of sky and pearl
a tower to watch wide and far,
and a balcony, to step out of and fly...

..to you.

Medice Cocktail

Let's take on this medicine cocktail..
So that my ears pop..

I'll hear a little bit better

for my shoulder to heal..

I'll play ball again

and my wings to spread.
...to have an even better flight

Lesson

The two greaest things I've learned from basketball:

Attidute & Motivation

God Bless BasketBall

The 10th hour

It's definetly a good and tough hour...

...and there's that feeling in my chest again...

Wave in Scope

Illuminate me on waves of light, wind and sound
I flow on the escence of the perilous journey
not knowing my destination I long for
take me there, take me there...

The creep

It's not here right now
I wish it didn't come back

It appeared all of the sudden
on a quick strike
it started to take hold
but I will not back off

I think it knows now
smiles are special
ha! take that...

Edge

A flock of dreams
starle my eyes
and hesitate my heart

They like to fly by
They like to come real close
I can look but cannot touch

Swift wave of air
cool breeze on my hand
another moment passes by

A tease in the eye
a mock in a smile
a chill in a touch

to take to give
to flow to stop
to dream and hope

give me reason
give me way
take whole

plus 11

shaky...
so shaky...

Need some fresh air...

plus 8

I remember... and there is no way to forget boo...

5 fingers on your left hand...

This day, the 5th day of the 5th month of the year 2005...

TQ

Plus 6

A good bye day...
But we'll always have 1011-110 boo...

My hands smell like flowers,
sweet fragance...
you...

Plus 5

I'm tired of the walls,
I'm tired of defensive moves,
I'm tired of not looking,
I'm tired of wanting to get found,
Yes, tired...
mmmmm, plus 5...
good number,
welcome good mood...

Sometimes.

Sometimes you are alright,
sometimes you feel down,
sometimes you feel like screaming,
sometimes you feel good,
sometimes you feel alone,
sometiems you feel full,
sometimes you really need,
sometimes you want to do everything,
sometimes you don't want to do a thing,
sometimes you run,
sometimes your nose bleeds,
sometimes you want to talk,
sometimes you have nothing to say,
sometimes you just keep quiet.
Sometimes you don't want to.
Sometimes you have to.
Sometimes you don't care.
Sometimes you care too much.
Sometimes not enough.
Sometimes.

Sometimes is not sometimes, is always.

How about this?

Stuff from the past, stays in the past.

Today I'm Living.
and I'm aiming for the future.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow will tell.

A why question.

Why do I keep hearing my cellphone ring-message-tone in the middle of the night and when I look there is nothing on it...?

I do know why.
Someone knows my number, and I'm not talking about my cellphone.

Plus 4

It seems like everyone is running into ditches lately...
but at least you know there is someone out there you can always count on.