It is the longest night without you

My axial tilt is farther from you than I can bear

Bitter cold comes in waves

You remain a million miles away

And I fear you have found spring in the arms of another

While I break like fragile ice

And fall like delicate snow

I won’t survive this winter without your body

I simply cannot exist because

I am your spring

I am your soul

I am all that you desire

Share the solstice with me and only me

Until we draw breath no longer

Succulent, meaty, ribs falling off the bone and drenched in a velvety, thick, sauce.
“Check please.”

Tender chunks of lobster tail bathed in sweet, drawn, butter.
“Thank you. That will be all.

Heavy, cream-coated, strands of fettuccine accompanied by fresh peas, Speck, and shaved Parmesan.
“I wish I could stay but I can’t.”

Filet. Rare. A veil of Roquefort and sautéed wild mushrooms in a Sauternes reduction.
“It's just not the right time.”

Perfectly seasoned carne asada with a creamy roasted poblano sauce, queso fresco and the cool, half-mooned, sultry innards of a Hass avocado.
“I'll call you tomorrow”

A decadent Kobe burger blanketed in cheeses, caramelized onions, crisp bacon, and a cap of unctuous foie grois.
“But thank you for everything.”

Peanut butter and jelly on white bread.
And you would have me forever.

When you scatter your truths you bury your reason.
Every word was a fracture she pained to meet my gaze.
It was then I knew the truths she had  denied.

We are but dreams void of thought.
Creatures seeking approval yet swimming in rejection.
Night I embrace you alone in thought.  

When pain is certain plessure must become
a nightmare for i feel nothing in the hours in which i write.
My hollow thoughts just a means to reflect reason.

Ive found friends are but a nice thought to which I cannot remember.
the end is near.

For within her eye's I see the face held close not my own.  
And the regret of a man standing befor her.
Sometimes the best path is one we walk alone.

Hello, pain, my old friend.
Can we converse
In tounges again?

Splintered feelings
And despret calls
Leave me alone
In desolate halls.

I must return
To the world I know
Of feeling nothing
Of feeling cold.

Pain: so easy
To believe
I'll stay forever
With no relief.

I am convinced
That if all mankind
Could only gather together
In one circle
Arms on each other's shoulders
And dance, laugh and cry
     together
   Then much
     of the tension and burden
       of life
     Would fall away
In the knowledge that
We are all children
Needing and wanting
Each other's
Comfort and
Understanding
We are all children
Searching for love

mmm
you dredge up the memories of lost secrets
gathered up
in made up words and our twisted limbs and now
packed with yellowing newspapers in the cardboard boxes
lining the attic
ancient jokes are unpeeled too, dry and cracking
they emerge to see the sunlight
but are quickly blinded, ouch!
those pictures of our shared smiles and oh so tender embraces have faded
to sepia tone in their brittle wooden frames,
be careful as you grab them down from the shelf,
they might break.
Mmm* it all comes back to me now
-our treasure trove of antique memories-
as you oh so slyly mention them in passing,
slip in those references that you
know
I’ll remember,
Aren’t you cool as a cucumber now?
but they crumble quickly in your hand
and I only hear wisps of our whispers
as the record player leaves scratches on the disks
ah darling be careful you’re about to drop it all down the 3 flights of stairs and it might all smash into microscopic pieces so very
very
soon

Why am I sitting here?
Feeling empty and alone.
And How can you just lie there...
So still, and so quiet.

Then Somehow I know you are there,
Softly aiding those who mourn.
You with the palest eye's I have ever seen,
Now closed.

But now the why's have slowly died,
Accepting their defeat.
And somehow now I know it will be alright...

Because now that you are gone,
We will never be alone.

Dedicated To Florence Schulz

It wasn’t me,
so I kept pleading
not only to the suspicious uniformed figures
impatient and wide
in front of my only means of escape,
but to my still scuffed and blood stained self.
The steel hearted butcher blade
appeared fairly realistic and believable
discarded on the hard wood floor,
and the ocean of rosy glazed blood
accompanying it seems to match the scene drawn out
in my now deceased neighbor’s house.
The ****** weapon strewn across the floor,
the body torn vicious and ****** in its own house,
my ****** and violent appearance
with the full audience of two curious officers.
I now wonder if it was me,
could it be, is it.
Oh well even if it isn’t
these cops could really complicate things
if they decide to take me in,
good thing I keep a spare blade hidden in my sleeve.

i feel lonely, i don't know why
my family is so happy, why not me
i stay in my room, where its quite inside
i don't feel very happy, i hope it's soon
so please tell me when, that day comes true

you try, but no one cares
you speak, but no one listens
you scream, but there is no sound

your ques are missed
ignored wisdom

everyone's too obsessed with their own clouded mind

you're problems are small, and insignificant
remember to just smile
remember to just nod
and die quietly inside