i guess where you go,

is not where i'll be,

i'll collect the dead leaves,

where we once were,

so you'll be where i was.

promises to stick around,

i won't ask a single thing,

I'll be there in my guilt,

with the tears that I've built,

i won't bother you then.

Sartre said Man is a Useless Passion
Maybe he is right
But I've been faithful in my fashion
And I still see 2 green lights

                       White Nights!

I am quite familiar with Neverland
Quite familiar with fire
Asia has the bullet trains
Suffering is caused by desire

I showed her my Uniquity
Truthful - not a liar
Carolina Inn
Where I'd like to fly her

But I live alone
No longer 17
Her eyes are ocean blue
My eyes Seattle green

I wish her the very best
I toast what might have been
Before I take my rest
Some good thing between

                 Jolene!

I need her. I truly do.
But truly I don't know
Clarity in moonlight
Ambiguity in snow

Wishes sit in silence
Wishes come and go
She has to take the steps
I have to Overthrow

         On we go...

Brickering words
The sand of sentences
Added to the waters of time
Cemented into the ever evasive desires of heart

What fools expect and deserve are written on the walls and heart of poets

. . . and they know it