The pineapple in my head
Has jumped out
A kiwi runs to fill
The hole
Roughness no longer on
The outside
Covering the inside of me
Only soft fuzziness
Peel the thin layer
If you can
Without taking
Too much of me away
Opened to a different
Kind of sweetness
Still filled
With a hundred small
Seeds
They are a part of me
And refuse to come out
I must taste them just
To survive
It is good
It is bad
It is just
Sometimes
In-between
Memories become clear
Past doesn't want to fade
Even though I try to
Shelve it, it all eventually
Comes back to get me…
I cannot shelve it any longer
But now that I take it down
I realize I feared it, feared the
Pain
And so I waited
Until my stomach
Wanted to explode
And it did, my insides spilled
Out and I became vulnerable
Once again
Exposed
It was time to find
A girl once was
Crazy mood
I cannot breath today
It wraps around me
Of empty space
And swallow what
A raindrop fell on my cheek
Inside I was safe
No one could reach me
I went outside, a raindrop
Cause the shelf was getting
Dusty
The pineapple
That has been stuck
In my head
WRITTEN BY DAVE, TO ME IN 1980
Once was of the stars, the flowers, and all that's bright
She danced all of the day and never knew night.
She was free among the space
Her place in the sky
She grew wild among the woods, and they looked after her
In the shadow of respect and admiration
She was a happy child
Until one day
The wind blew hard, the woods then whistled, the leaves that
Had shaded her were all tossed about. The dirt of the ground
Picked up, was sucked upward in a draft of cold.
The cold lashed at her eyes. She cringed and shivered, wrapping
Her petals about her face.
With her eyes held tightly closed
She flew off to her space and in the dark she cried
"Why should a tear fall of the happy child's eye?"
When will the wild be tamed, A tear cleans the dirt and cold
From the sight of you
Which will never be tamed without
Imprisonment of the entire soul.
Mind too lost
If I had wings
I would fly away
So high you couldn't
Reach me
I don't need you
Now
I need myself
Can't you see?
How much I
Miss me?
Air
The air is too heavy
My mind to slow
To catch the wind
And I don’t see it
Only a blur
Waiting for me to
Open my mouth
Surrounds me…The Rain
But only one
I ran between the falling
Crystals they were becoming
Yet only my mind
Gave me shelter
If I didn’t want them to
As the crevices were
Too deep
Fell inside
It cleansed the soul of me
When I wasn’t looking
BACK TO THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD