Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Air I Saved For Later

















You say that the way I feel, it's all just chemicals in my brain.

It's all just strange air in my atmosphere.

It's all just new colours in my rivers.

But you are my industry.

You are my factory.

You are my smoke stacks.

You are my production line.

You are my cheap sneakers.

You are my fast food.

And I'm a planet you once called home.

That's nearly out of air.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Hardest You Could Be

















And you will find no fear here, in unkind words or the hardness of others.

And you will find no sadness here, in the meanness of the world, in the anger that comes from those who feel small.

And you will find no hurt here, in a million insults or a single, softly spoken lie.

Because only a hard heart shatters.

Only a hard heart, breaks.

The Ronin Have Names


You say the reason things fall to the ground is because of gravity.


I say that gravity is a word, a name you gave to a small aspect of the magic that surrounds you on a daily basis.


Electricity is another name for magic. Wind is another name for magic. Water is another name for magic. Love is another name for magic.


We all live in a magical place.



Monday, December 14, 2009

The Copenhagen Situation

When they eventually discover this lonely blue dot, they will know that you and I, we did not destroy ourselves, because we will still be here. And we will compare notes on what it means to exist.

Or they will know that we failed. Because we won't be here, anymore.

The Bubbles Are Your Friends
















And though the waves might bring you down and though the currents might pull you under, the sky is always still right above you. And your friends will show you the way.



Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Way This Works






















If you get between me and the things I love, I will ask you politely to move.

If you get between me and the people I love, you will move.

The Laboratory In My Heart






















You are my science.

You make me believe in the atoms in your skin.

Now I believe in the chemistry in our kiss.

And now I believe in the molecules that make up love.

You are my science. I am a scientist.