If my thoughts, they were transcribed
each fleeting path
each unlikely conclusion
I would have all the answers
to articulate in words
to share with you

You don't see, with all your questions,
that we have the answers

expression is cliche
the passing passion is passe
an existence now of once again,
That broken record never mended

and yet these volumes shan't expire
systemized by love hate and desire
happy sad and angry too
and all those things that we all do

perhaps it is just vaguely Time,
or we have discovered a tragic rhyme,
the measure of this life repeating
the collective steady of our hearts beating

And yet! renewed with every birth!
this life maintains its giving guile
and we are forced to stay a while
to behold this cirlce round and round,
as cliche as that may sound

so carry on, my friend
and live

In ghastly corners you will find
the bleeding secrets of your mind.
Thoughts of every rotten place,
every mocking, hateful trace
each vivid moment of disgrace
Which no light can e'er displace

Your memory I did underestimate,
for its to the thought of you that I *******

How can this feeling I once thought so brief
carry on such a semblance of relief?
For little did I know the power
of your presence in my weakest hour

Despite the distance that I feel,
nothing in each day could be more real
than your portrait in my mind ingrained
which makes me giddy like a monkey trained

This nonsensical poetic verse-
oh how it makes my childish laughter burst-
must end now for I did find
that in the duration it took to write this rhyme
The thought of you did overwhelm
such lustful waters at the helm

So let not my abrupt end here seem dour,
for I must relieve and take an hour
to go be naughty in the shower.

wind and whirls and snow asunder
I just sit in here and wonder
if I was but a tiny flake
what difference in this world I'd make

indistinguishable from others? No
each path unique, each flake a glow
without each lattice crystal form
with what should winter be adorned?

Its just begun, and so I spy,
follow each  flake from eye to eye
now in one spot I hold my gaze
then the visage is a a haze

A silken veil has  taken place
of the sparse white beard
on  Mother's face
Her youth has been restored again
the flakes, her wrinkles they did mend

So I see now, it is quite plain
that not one flake did melt in vain

Perhaps your brief memory lingers
hanging in the air
the light, reflected in each breath
capturing the warmth of your smile
illuminating
In this place where tme has suspended,
even the briefest of moments,
your memory lingers.

The season is a lullaby
of frosted clocks and prickling ire
impatience with the steadfast solemnity
of the wintertide uniform

Locked in crystal formation, the sunshine sleeps
where the mountains beckon
the very peaks
and the hours of the passing days diminish
into austere darkness,
Yet my heart thrills with each crystal shimmer
and beats a pulse that cannot be met
by any life
contained in snow

There is a whisper to my very soul
from the whitening glow
as it shatters the bones of cold

Such Redemption in the icy sound
sets my mind heaven bound