you are my sunshine my only sunshine – merry christmas

when you sang that song for me
20 + years ago now
i was laying next to you in bed
and i remember crying because i knew how special i was
for you to show me that affection and say i love you
when you grew up without it
and you were brought up to not show it
in our culture and our family it’s not something you do
but for me you did
and i cried at that moment knowing that someday it
and you and everything that means the most to me
would be gone
i was 11 and i knew it then
now i”m 33 and i still know it but now i have to face it and
i don’t want to say goodbye
memories of what was
and what will never be again
– in the many things that i’ve known and loved
i miss
and will forever miss
i wish i could go back
and live it all over again
even the bad cause those moments with you mean the most
my childhood was blessed with a grandmother who loved me
and did everything she could for me
and it hurts to look back at what you had
and see that you did not know what you had
while you had it –
and know that you will never have that again
– it doesn’t take away from the great things to come
i just miss those times
that as a child you think will always stay the same
and you never think about how drastically things change and disappear and die
and are lost with the years that creep by you ever so quickly
and i will forever miss it
and i will forever miss and love her
she always loved me and was there for me
when no one else was
-here is no home base now
there is no safe place
to fall back if needed
there is no one there now to take care of me
cause sometimes i need a little bit being taken care of
even still as an adult
we all need to know that someone cares and loves us no matter what
i love you grandma

you are my sunshine

Fire with fire

It’s okay to fall

How boring would life be without the waves?
All that really matters is if you are willing to ride it and how well you ride it

Bukowski said it better
“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire”

We are both fire
Burning ever-so-beautifully
Into the night
Into the day
And it’s always better to burn out
Than fade away ( thank you Neil young )

Tonight you leave me with a smile
And that’s pretty fucking great in my book. I love you for that.
Thank you 😉

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Fuck off

If you aren’t true
If you don’t like what I do
If you feel the need to bark
At me –
some dumb little remark
Some passive yet aggressive way
to convey
What you won’t come out and say
And you wonder why I hide away
From all the people like you
Who do things like you do
Throw things my way
Chuck some fear and anger at me
Then try to be oh so sweet
But all it does it beat beat beat
Me down and beat me down some more
Until I’m less
Impressed
By your love hate mess
Some peoples love is abusive
Cause real love isn’t obtrusive
Is it hard for a man
To understand
Another persons state of mind
Or the other persons state of heart
I’m having a hard time As it is
Without you tearing me apart
Have a moment of doubt?
Sit with it like we all do
And ride the wave
No reaction can sometimes save
A person from himself
And a person from losing out
Just give love if you have it
And more love if you seek it
And more love when there’s no reason Not to
(Other than the fear and doubt inside yourself )
Allow love to show
And it will allow love to grow

Black Velvet Sugar

BLACK VELVET SUGAR

The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.
Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.
Walk, swim. Drown
With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits in wait
A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining.
shines on
Forever
And Forever Shines on

-Kyoko Cole

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Sepia-Tone Dusk in an Angels Garden On a Day Like Today #2

Sepia-Tone Dusk in an Angels Garden On a Day Like Today

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The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.

Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.

Walk, swim. With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits. A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining, I fall

deep within and go far away…

-kyoko cole 2013-

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It’s better next to someone else

Sex
Kisses
Beds
Pillows
Rooms
Conversation
Love
Nights
Spent with another
Is so much better
Than any night
I Ever spent with you
Under covers
Under lovers
Under and over
Bodies
limbs
Tangled up
And wrapped up in
Each other
The feel
Of
Electric skin
We begin
As we fall
And as we sleep
Together we keep
Each other Close
Closer than I ever felt with you
Everything is better
Without you making it worse
All you fake
And
All you make up to save face
Doesn’t mean anything
Cause the real problem is you. And you don’t know you
You make the crazy come out of anyone who gets too close.

Love is loving
And life is loving again

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The unrequited love ( between two worlds)

Nothing is more dangerous than desire when it’s wrong

Play dead
To save myself

From you
Handsome devil, you

You
Who
killed me first
Inside
my head and heart
And My love
You tortured
Fucked with enough to ruin
But kept just enough alive to still keep

To have around for
whenever you damn well please
When you want or when you need me
But Only For helping you
And Never for the love of me
And when you don’t want or need me
You push me out
And down
And away
….

…Just enough…
But really not much of anything
anything that’s really real
And you are really not much of that
Or much to love now
I think I’ve reached that point
Where Giving up and going on
Are both the same dead-end to me

Play dead
For only you
And your Dead love
Will end

I hurt so completely, all I could do was laugh

 

-kyoko cole 2014

Sex

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Stupid

Words are stupid
So are people
Most often
We think too much
And live from our ego
Rather than from our heart
We believe stupid things as truth
We are to quick to tell and yell
Things absurd
And false
Full of anger and hate
And stupid words
We cannot ever take back

And that’s what kills us
Years later
After we’ve pushed so much away
The regret
And the things we cannot ever take
Or get back
Tonight
I see my fate
And I hate
That we are so stupid
But I would be stupid
To let someone
I loved
Be so stupid with my love

Not tonight
Not again

 

Tonight

I wanted it
More
Than
Anything
Else
Continue reading “Tonight”

just a thought

over thinking
seems to be
a defense mechanism
a way to avoid
my own feelings
or truth

sometimes we live in our heads
to avoid what we feel in our heart
cause what we feel in our heart might be too real
and it scares the shit out of us.

ha

i like things that scare the shit out of me.
it reminds me that i’m still alive

 

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