Now I lay me down to sleep...

drain my water,
so that i cannot shed any tears

exhaust my oxygen,
so that my flame stops burning

empty my veins,
so that my soul won't bleed

stop my brain,
so that no thoughts can haunt me

petrify my heart,
so that i cannot feel anymore

take me out of this misery
soon
whoever you are
i pray you

please

2 a.m.

... and I realize
big brown eyes can hypnotize...

(works both ways?)

Deal

He gives...

He takes...

...- - -...

well i can't breathe
and i wish that you couldn't take your eyes off me
but it's never easy as it seems, is it?
please, softly before i scream
breathe, breathe, breathe

(t.p.)

Angel in the Fall

It is sunrise as she wakes without wings
light touches her face
but not like when she was touched by grace.

Today she has asked to deal her own hand
for the fading kiss of a simple man.
What she's left behind cannot be replaced
but as it arrives it will be embraced
this thing every man has always chased.

It is daylight and too bright to see,
but it is not with her eyes that she feels.
What she puts her lips upon is so real
that it not even heaven can steal.

The charms of a man - the precious creation
his whimsical ways and endless aspiration.
When fatherly love has given its fill
she inhales her breath for a bond more so still.

And though it will die as each man does
and though it will bite as each dog does
it is heaven's purest dove:
the kiss of two which entails love.

There is no reason or rhyme at all
in every season, she's an angel in the Fall.

No one guided me to myself.
I am the guide.
Between desert and sea, I am my own guide to myself...
Who am I?
This is a question that others ask, but has no answer.
I am my language, I am an ode, two odes, ten.
This is my language.
I am my language. I am words' writ: Be! Be my body!
And I become an embodiment of their timbre.
I am what I have spoken to the words:
Be the place where
my body joins the eternity of the desert.
Be, so that I may become my words.

(Mahmoud Darwish)