To Think Of It

That's how it is
I find strength in
Building you up, You
Through tearing me down

How it's always been

Lend

If I had your voice
I would sing all day
For strangers or anybody
In need of your song

I need your song

Requite

You look at me
with so much love
I can't look at you
the same, I don't

Want to

Power and Might

You are fire
I'm not looking
For a new flame
A glass of water

Will quench my thirst

La Habana

It can't be denied
Havana is ripe to break free
Will Washington again bring his guillotine
Dropping his cold blade with an invisible hand

Or are you convinced this time it's about democracy

Comes Down To

Just want you
To dig me
With enough intensity
To start this fire

Before nightfall

Mankind

I wish I could
Search the future
As much as I have
Searched the past

For hope

Separate Ways

You've made it easy
For me to understand
That I am alone in this misery
I just wish you were as good

At explaining anything else

Debt

I know better
Than to tell the old man
I'm done with this world
I remember the promise I made

I know what I owe him for this

Showers

This time of year
My eyes water but
My only allergy is isolation
From you

Always from you

Hunt

Through the cold
I will move the feet
That won't move on their own
And summon the lost fire

Until your heart thaws

Des jardins

Somewhere between
a hug and a kiss is
where my heart plays today
and yours is invited

to join him on either side

Pink Rubber

I've so feverishly
Tried to erase you
Now you're smeared
All over my page and I'm left

Without a clean slate from which to love 

6ix

When I was little this one time
Somehow, a street hydrant burst open
Without word we all ran to it shirtless
Bathing in want to be those poor Bronx babies

Knowing they were rich with the identity we lacked

Out Of Joy

What would you say
Is the last thing you
Were so dedicated to that
You'd stay up until morning on it

When last have you done that thing

Script

Every poem I feel
Has been made of two parts
The part where we are still together
And the part that was written

Before we ever put pen to paper

Praise The Land

Just outside my window
I smell new life, brand new
It's time to plunge from this tower
I'd rather be down there with my head high

Than here sorrowing over things beneath me

Time and Space

No matter
Where you go
Always remember
You're still there

And so am I

Chasm

I don't want
To yearn for your tears
Show me your insides
Consist of more than salt and water

Show me I have made it in you

Fast Lane

My mind quiets
For about five minutes each day
Which I use to think of you
And with those thoughts I go

Off again to the races

Ethereal

I just recently found out
That desire was my art's
Most staunch enemy
Writing about your unknowns was

Like painting a rose in a lightless closet

Cape Bianchi

White stone and sand
Under this cloudless sky
Was the final resting place
For my desire, and

The birthplace of my appreciation

At What Cost

Our first kiss
Was forbidden I think
It simply must have been
I have only known such joy

To accompany grave expense

Bound

You want me
To give you
Every freedom from
Yet you take from me

Every freedom to

Grandiose

What place is there
For me at this table
You've made a spectacle feast
Of everyone's favourite dishes

And my most deadly allergies

After Dark

I have left
Our night behind us
I don't need your quiet
Or your calm to move on

What you make of the day is your affair

History

I want to lick
The words that pour out
From beneath your skin
And have them on my tongue

To henceforth speak only of your taste