There is sun on the leaves,
And birds in the trees,
Today they are singing with me,
A sweet melody of brightness and joy,
They think spring has come and the winter is running,
The snow all has melted the sun is abroad ,
Though the winter chill left small subtle scars,
Theres the tree that died when the winter came in,
And a man in an alleyway bottle in hand,
Now just a husk,
And even though living we begin to rust,
Yet still when i sing I'm reminded of spring ,
With the winters wind a running.

Sadly the man said
In a casual tone
"The mind is a funny thing.
It can produce wonders beyond my conception. Yet as with all things the scale slides both ways. If given a knife and a hand to hold, the mind will surely consume the soul."

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                       Depression is strangling me
                          loneliness is killing me
                   The further i get the more i regret
                      And fear there is no way back
                     When there is no one to talk to
                                Nowhere to go
                      No one to love i feel so alone
                 Im so tired in body head and heart
                      No one to share myself with
                       Even when I'm with others
                             I feel so far away
                       We could be hand in hand
                And i fear i would still be galaxies away
                         No direction nor volition
                           Even though I'm alive
                              I feel dead inside

****
As far as i can see
This can mean no good

So life in pain, its my life from day to day,
My mornings greet me with agony ,my evenings filled with cold wounds throbbing, yet still I wake to face the day, even though tears stream down my face, few will see them,who would care, a broken young man with the thousand mile stare.

~               The light shines in the old window
                           Near the silent meadow
                      A crack runs through one pane
                       And the wood is dry and aged
                 See the motes swirling in the beams
                    That stream through the window
        There is a photograph though nearly faded to blank
                       A dog a boy and his parents
                     No one knows who they where
                            Yet they look happy
                      It seems they found life here
    But it has been many years since this cabin has known
      The sound of creaking as feet move across the floor
                     Or of children playing in the yard
               Its not but grass grown tall and rampant
              Slowly returning the house to the ground
      On the lee side rests a grave that once was carved
    But the wind and the weather has worn it nearly gone
                 A nexus of life grown bereft of man
                       Yet it seems no worse off
               Its going back from whence it began
         Yet still the moonlight fills the window at night
                   And dreams it dreams it dreams
                              Men come and go
                               Yet earth abides

Ground down to the quick
*Hardly anything left of me

In a darkened room
I whispered the evening blooming
Like a winter rose Or summer love
Here but for only a moment
And on waking
*It passed into dreams

Its easy.
Its easy to be wrong,
Its easy to fall,
But its in the gathering,
Where we become strong,
We build walls,
Our Hedges against the dark.

Ive been sent out ,
From the place where i have lived,
Now i live in a box beside a bridge,
The shirt on my shoulders the shoes on my feet,
These are the only things left to me,
I walk through this wasteland where it never snows,
The sun beat down and burned my clothes,
I still wish i had some things that I've lost,
Yet paying whats owed and owning the cost,
Is the price that is eventually paid,
And here now i stay kneel here and pray,
For things they must get better.

~                           I am what you will be
                       After birth and death you see
                      Back to clouds and everything
                       Back to all the ones that leave
                     Comforting to have the thought
             Whether long or short ill go back to start

Goodbye to all my good friends and pals,
goodbye to all my ladies and gal's,
We sang the tunes that have gone silent by now,
With all the laughter and the pints that we downed,
Left not but a ****** an echoing sound,
through the bones of this graveyard our bodies laid down.

Beneath the lonely tree
In the barren field you see

Watch the summers light
As it gives over to night

There is a lonely star
That watches earth from afar

Disconnected through window pain

Inside looking out
Outside reflecting in

*See it to the end
Then start back
And begin again

Empty night;
    mutters of rain.
                                though the stars...
                         still bright.
        as morning warmly embraces
            The lonely mountain side.

I wish i was not so dark,
Not The skin but in my heart,
Its always a midnight hue,
And in my heart there is a part that waits,
I wait for you.

What can be read?
Without the reading.
Seen without the seeing.
Felt without the being.
Gone before the morning.
Lost long after mourning.

~                      Where have they gone
                When you wake in the morning
         Forgetting they are lost to me as i am lost
                   Only ghosts and memories
               Picking fragments from the sand
       Trying to remember who i might have been
                   I know there will be dreams
                  Even though they have gone

If time is a face on the water
and we are a ripple in the ocean
We kiss the earth
We swim in strange waters
We wash up on blood stained sheets
and with a wail we walk again

There was a rumble in the west
As the sky opened
And the rains fell
The earthy smell that rose from the soil
These are the times
When I'm glad
To be alive and free
Oh rain
Baptize me in an earthly essence  
I hope when I'm laid gently in the ground
That the smell of new rain will follow me down

Someday soon
  Ash and bone
We will be too

In the woods far from all men
There was a woman that lived in peace
With her dog and daughter made three
From time to time people would come for her help
She knew much of many things
And lived a life of light love and compassion
She was a healer
But some would say witch
And a day came that a child went missing
The villagers came to her but not for help
They decided that she used black magic to lure the child away
They burned her in autumn air at end of day
Standing elevated above on the unset pyre
Looking around as fire was kindled
She felt the lick of flames
Yet only hot for a moment then cold
Her daughter looking on as she uttered her last words
"This is what you pay to love
Im to be ash in the wind
And your to live with your sins"
She went out like a flame
Like a star winking out
the world was left darker
And a small heart left cold

~                           Its appears that you failed to hear
                                     The words i spoke to you
                     The chirp of crickets in smooth velvety night
                             Thats all i hear you've left me dear
                                     So here ill sit and ponder
                               Of many things the lights within
                                       Shall slowly rediscover
            So in my mind i may find the peace that i uncovered
                     I may sleep to dream to dream of starlight

From the corner... dark.
All yellowed teeth,
 leering eye.
A thing designed..
to steal your mind,
And break it all to shards.
Then take what once was you,
and feast upon your pieces.

I suppose id say I'm a **** up
All the things I've tried
They all withered up
And died
I guess some people
Are just born to cry
Lie on the side walk
And slowly die

the light i saw from the corner of my eye,
many years gone from now,
a flicker fading into the depths of memory,
it could have been a face i saw in the window,
in the third place, above the looking glass,
where the moon lights the dark,
deep in my head

In this mortal coil...
I am entombed.
Breathing death.
Walking hollow.
    *Here today.
Gone tomorrow.

Well...
I guess i shouldve just stayed in bed

I buried pook beneath the willow tree, for when the spring came he loved to sit and watch the blossoms falling, and in my heart he will stay my little man who has gone away.

I must be moving on my dear,
The dawn is drawing nigh ,
And soon the sun will split midnight from the sky,
Another day some way has come ,
I must be moving on,
Tomorrow night a memory ,
Ill already be gone,
Years go by you wonder why,
I had to move along,
The way leads on,
Long and long ,
I must be moving on.

I watched the sunset over Sonoran skies,
It made me glad to be alive,
Though i am in great duress,
And most of the time,
It feels i have nothing left,
No one that waits,
When i get home,
In all things i feel alone,
Its sad to think that everyone I've known,
Now calls the graveyard a home,
Its hard to live when they have died,
And sitting here i wonder why,
When oh when will be my time.

Go home
Go home they said
As if it were a punishment
*Home is where id like to be
Home is where my heart finds me

Dear Please turn to me
I would look on your face
One last time

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                            I have no good words to say
                             Ive been lost and misused
                                Im as mad as a hatter
                       As the knife ran off with the spoon
                  The mouse it said they have gone to bed
                         To dream themselves together
               And the mouse skittered under the cupboard
                   Some would scream but i just chuckle
                               For the mouse is me
                             And what right you see
                       Do i have to want him to leave.

Death is a cosmic joke, the punchline.
Something we fear so much,
Yet its the second gift.
We are born into pain and madness,
As a lock fits the key,
Locked in our bodies till the death that sets us free.
With the dying of the light,
Comes another chance to be.

Detritus beside the road.
*What have we become?

We are born of blood and rain
*Heirs to madness and pain

I used to be smart
I used to be strong
But these last few years
Have torn me apart
I lost who i am
Sometimes i think
That I've come to far
*To find my way home

I knelt at his side,
After the crash and ******,
Of metal screams and glass on road.
Now the grass stains my knees,
The tears flowing wild,
The refracted light on tears in lashes,
Was almost hypnotic.
Making me calm,
Even though blood covered,
And the same was coming in your tears.
Chest collapsed,
Your end is here.
I held his hand my little boy,
The last thing said ,
Was i love you dad.
I broke wild lost my mind,
My only son died in my arms.
Evening glare of setting sun,
Goodnight my son forever on,
And in my heart your forever young.

Love
Kiss the tears from my face

Sleep
Bring me sweet relief

Life
Comes with joy and sorrow

Morning
*Bring peace tomorrow

Doused
             in living fire
                                 I burnt to ash
                                                       From the ash
                                                             ­              Hope springs
                                                         ­                                        An eternal ring

In the trees weaved through with breeze,
From dusty window watching ,
Last winters wind came blowing in,
And tears did streak the window,
Lightning rends the sky then mends atop the misty mountain,
As rain falls down and hits the ground feeding the desert carpet,
The spring has come the beauty stuns the light glints off the window,
Though i have gone ill still watch on as blooms across the meadow.

Some say the grass is greener on the other side.
Well it has to be.
For all my grass has died.