And in twenty-something years, after love and heartbreak, joy and sorrow. After so many lessons learned and good times had, and all of the ups and downs. With all of the people I've met, and through a stroke of luck, the people I've helped...

I have come to realize that I don't know anyone.


The darker corners of your mind, the condition it's in. Like hunger.

It's not something that goes away.


Empty.


All is lost.

Thoughts Meandering.

Thoughts meandering,
On a river of subconscious verse.
A motion for a notion,
Of unfulfilled liaisons,
Between memory and fact.
Too many meanings,
The poets curse,
Has seen me slip behind.
And litany’s and melodies,
Play havoc with my mind.
A punnet for a sonnet,
A play about a priest.
A painting to believe in,
Of believers at a feast.
Thoughts meandering,
On a stream of unwritten rhyme.
There’s a island in the future,
Where I may garner some relief.
If only I can bridge the gap,
Between fantasy and belief.

You come to me as a silhouette, seemingly blank and devoid of color. I take one look at you and then with every crossing of a "t" and dotting of an "i" you see what you truly are.

And you rise to such great heights. Never again to feel the shadows far below.

A distant memory.

But now, have I caused you to reflect?

I suppose I have a way of
drawing people in.

"A man walks in and asks for a water
then proceeds to sit in a corner and engage in conversation with himself

He's packing grey knives but he's too afraid to brandish them on the chance that he'll get his **** thrown away

He laughs, but he's the only one who is laughing."

Your watch is two minutes faster than mine.
Am I just behind the times?

You belong to a group of people who are the world’s most hypocritical. You follow a god that supposedly teaches love and compassion yet you have shown me that there is little room for those two qualities within your soul. Instead of living in harmony with others you exercise dominion with an iron grip. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were taking the phrase “…next to godliness” to heart. You are a sheep that grazes in a pasture of guilt and fear. I can share a roof with my father, but I cannot fathom how anyone could share one with you.

“It’s like you’ve been trying to get to the big city, okay?

And you’ve been walking barefoot on a freeway—a freeway through a forest.

You’ve been walking for a long time. Weeks. Months. Years.

And for a moment, you decide to step off of the pavement.

It’s that initial step, brain-sending-signals-to-your-legs, initial point of contact nerve endings-sending-signals-to-your-brain.

It’s the difference between earth and pavement.

Breathe.

Do it, you won’t.”