Making All Else Move

There is certain uncertainty

in how the sky flies,

but I cannot

or how the earth turns

yet I am still.


It is as if everything else

moves but me:

an unmovable object

that the world hoped

to yield and to rive.


I have wished to move

and to be,

but I am unmoving

and always will be

making all else move.



ps. this is another old piece


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I love you

for whatever you are

and whatever you give me

and whoever you see in me,

for wherever you may go

and wherever we meet,

for whenever you’re there

and whenever we’re apart,

for however you love me

and however you care,

because I love you forever

and forever I will be there



ps. this is another old piece

Judge Me Not

Do not judge my garden

because of its fruits.

Do not seek the blot of your pen

on my paper suit.


Instead, search for this solitary shadow

that beats its wings

without contempt or sorrow.

Surely, very surely, I am not with kings.


Let me fly, let me fly.

You do not need to tell the color of my sky

or why there was rain

when I am not even chained.


I am now and I am here.

I, you should not doubt.

But if that was not clear

then get the hell out.



ps. this is another old piece

I Want

to forget them.

I want to forget us.

I want to forget them and us.

I want to forget her.

I want to forget him.

I want to forget her and him.

I want to forget you.

I want to forget me.

I want to forget you and me.