satomipoema

Do broken pianos play broken songs?

Do they have busted melodies for busted hearts?

Is there a song living inside it that’s waiting to get out?

Her keys are shattered and her notes long since silent but I can still hear her song.

Just listen, just listen.

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

We are the only people I have ever known

that can make love

from across a crowded room.

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

I am yours

and I will whisper it

and shout it

and write it

and carve it into my skin

if only blood would tell you

the truth you need to see …

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

The Taste Of blood – Jozef Van Wissem & SQÜRL

In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me.

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

Painting : Pat Erickson

I would be lying if I said there were not times

that I am an earthquake contained inside this skin

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

What if it’s the there and not the here

that I long for?

The wander and not the wait,

the magic in the lost feet

stumbling down the faraway street

and the way the moon never hangs quite the same.

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

Be gentle, always delicate

with every soul you meet,

for every single morning you wake up,

there is someone wishing, silently and secretly,

that they had not.

– Tyler Knott Gregson –

We are all hypocrites.

We can not see ourselves or judge ourselves

the way we see and judge others.

– José Emilio Pacheco –

Nothing was left. Also in memory

the ruins leave room for new ruins.

– José Emilio Pacheco –