Philip Seymour Hoffman

I'm going to crack myself open and pour the beauty in the street,
like a fire hydrant's river running in this jungle of concrete
So when all the kids come running, I'll be a puddle at their feet,
instead of hardened eyes, and a bag of bones and meat;
instead of sorrow, splendor, instead of sadness, relief
Greet them at the "I", defeat in them the "me"
I'll offer up my thoughts, but leave the sentences incomplete
It's far too easy to get bought, if all your talk is cheap
Reflections remind them as they learn, in turn, they truly teach,
our lives can only touch that for which we've reached
Half the task to catch, the other half?
Release

A dream I never wanted

I dreamt of you the night of last
The haunting of a promised past
Begins as one expects it might
Where everything starts out alright
But then my arms, they held you tight
“This shouldn’t be” I thought with fright
But who am I? It felt so right
So that hug turned to a kiss
And with that kiss I reminisce
To a place I sometimes miss
And thus the kiss turned to a stare
Our worlds were locked without a care
It seemed like no one else was there
The love I felt could hardly bear
Your eyes still burned the deepest blue
But in them now a passion grew
A passion that we never knew
One kiss then I wanted more
I went back in, we hit the floor
Embraces neatly intertwined
I was yours and you were mine
But I awoke only to find
It all was just in my mind