Can We Be ‘Grokay’?

Can one be great but not okay?
Can one be okay but not great?
Can you be everything but okay?
Can you be okay, but without anything?
How can we be okay if we’re not great?
But, how can you be great if you’re not okay?

 


Money or Art?
Money or Life?
What do we do? We need both. 
We don’t get paid for living, we need money to survive,
but we don’t live when the money comes first.
Our art dies and so do we.

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The Real Star

We
all
know
that
the
real
star
among
the
lot
is
the
moon

Why don’t you be yourself?
Why don’t you be, yourself?

My Armour Won’t Shine Forever

My armour won’t shine forever;
will I still be your knight?
I’m going to try my very best
to be as good as I can be,
but you will see me naked,
and know all there is to me.
It won’t be pleasant always;
there won’t always be light.
I know you love me today
but will you love me at night?

Discharged and Unrequited

You let me listen to your heartbeat,
but I didn’t hear my name.
You don’t like to listen to mine
because you know it’s not the same.
I have fallen for you,
but how can you rescue me

if you keep pretending I’m not here?
I daydream about us two, 
but how can these things come
to pass if you don’t draw me near?

Why do you call me ” my dear”?
Why do you even dare?
You make me believe our destination is near,
on this smooth path that leads nowhere.
Why do you look into my eyes?
And ask for more of my rice?
Why do you bend the knee if you
have no desire to make me your queen?

Why do you make me come
if you don’t want me to stay?
Why did you build me this home
in order to send me away?
My nipples get hard when I think of you;
you should have left me dead
if I’m not the one you want to wed.
I don’t know what to do;
how do I just let you go
if “us” grew long ago?

Why do you make me come
if you don’t want me to stay?
Why did you build me this home
in order to send me away?
I daydreamed a lot about us two;
you should have left me dead
if I’m not the one you want to wed.
I don’t know what to do;
how do I just let you go
if “us” grew long ago?

No Wings for Our Lost Legs

Where do you run to when
your legs have been cut off?
What do you run to when
you can’t run anymore?
Who do you run to when
you’re highly desperate for legs?

When your hands have been cut off
and your mouth has been sewn shut,
nobody knows the things you don’t say;
the words won’t come nor stay.

Life doesn’t show us how to fly
when we lose our legs.
It teaches us that it’s okay to cry.
It teaches us how to walk without legs.

How Do You Feel?

How do you feel when you look at the
body that should have been your lover?
Does it make you sad that your lover is dead,
or are you grateful that the body is
alive for you to see at least?