I jumped head first into
The ocean that has your name
And I tried to stay above the
Waves but the current
Dragged me out of my
Comfort zone and my toes
Could no longer touch the
Sandy bottom
I jumped in before and
Almost drowned until I
Was able to pull myself
Out and I thought I had
Learned my lesson, but
Here I am again, trying to
Stay afloat in your torrential
Water because I thought
That maybe the swimming
Lessons I took after the first
Time would help me keep
My bearings, I was quite
Mistaken, and now I’m fighting
Once again to save myself
From your depths
The thought of drowning in
You was once so appealing
But now I just want a breath
Of fresh air and a life jacket.

I.
Your fingers dance in my hair
And it’s hard for me to remember
That this once haunted me
In my dreams when you were gone
But now you’re back and
You’re still a ghost to me.

II.
We dance around the truth like moths dance
Around lights attached to front porches and
We never really care that we are spending
Our lives avoiding our destiny.

III.
The light dances in your eyes and
I want to look away for good but
The reflections mesmerize and
I somehow got lost along the way

IV.
Dancing along the pavement,
Recounting all of the cracks we
Always intended to step on.
Instead of breaking backs,
We broke each other’s hearts.

V.
We continue to play the same games
And we dance to the same songs,
Hoping that maybe this time,
We could actually get along
Without breaking.

He asked me what bothered me at night?
I told him I was haunted by nightmares.
He held me in his arms and said "It'll be alright,
I am here to make them all disappear."



*Last night I had a nightmare again
And your face was all I saw darling.

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art