Moments surround us
As we reach to them
Weaving and winding
Through and from us

Thread so thin
Through the hole of the needles
Their micro molecular gaps
Seemingly infinite
Over every inch of our body

I am me
I am naive
I am physically strong
And emotionally weak

I am a man
The biggest of labels
The words that others
Use to define us

I am a man
But I don't let that define me
I have a feminine side
And that's my reality

So hard is it
To live like this
In a world where you are expected to be
What you are physically

I'm constantly in motion
I cannot sit still
My mind often wanders
So I work hard to stall the stray

When I get home
Things get hard
I think of the love I desire
And how few people truly feel my fire

It's these feelings that make me press on
These feeling that fuel the fire
I write these words
Because I'm feeling inspired

After all the **** we've been through,
Present and past,
I still want to marry your ***.

What do you see,
when you look in the mirror?

Do you look past the surface,
To look behind your own eyes?

Do you see all the memories,
Good and bad inside?

Do you see the future,
And what you plan to be?

All the land,
people,
And places you'll see?

Do you find your imagination,
Turning yourself gray?

Or the fire,
To keep you warm in old age?

Well,
I see a crown,
For the life I will rule one day.

I see a world,
Shaped like clay.

I see all my people,
Happy at play.

I want to write a song
A poem, a book, a script
I want to write a sonnet
What ever that is
I just want to write anything
Feel the words flow through me
This morning I can't think of anything
No topics to explore
No conversations of how I slept the night before
So I'll just write about writing
Writing about me writing about writing
I slowly tap the tiny squares on a screen
If any old poet could imagine
The ways that we write now

Well i didnt sleep
This morning i had cookies to eat
I forgot my sandwich with the lunchmeat

Im at work i start in ten minutes
Its gonna be hard to make it to the finish

Ill make it through
And when i do
Ill get home and sleep myself new

Its 1:43
It just started raining
The sky turns bright blue
For split seconds
As i lay here and do anything
Anything but sleep

4:00
Is the time i set my alarm
2:17 of sleep
2:15 actually as minutes pass
And words appear

I broke through a wall today
Green calcite aided me
Pulled out emotions
I tried to bury

So now
Do i sleep

Do i sleep

Do i...

Maybe peace left me
Or i left it
At some point yesterday

I found it today
Hidden in some hard work

I've put it back together
I've put it in my pocket
With my phone my keys my wallet
There's where i wont lose it

Peace
I talk about its wonders
Its calm grasp
The anchor to the soul

The gentle breeze as it passes by
And through you

The birds
And all their wonderful songs

But the truth is
I dont know jack **** about peace

On this porch
Sitting in the sun
Listening to the birds
Breathing morning air

Sips of black coffee
A cigarette in my hand
It may not be the greatest
But im the king of this land

All these words i write are my camera
Always livin in the moment
And if i stop to take a picture
I might not feel a feel of feeling
For a second id stop breathing
Pull the trigger the camera sees
All the things that i missed
Because i saw it behind a lense
But when its done and over
The moments lost and theres nothing to do
I can relive those feelings
Feel it while im breathing
And ill breathe out a song
About the moment i was livin
All these words are my camera
Do you feel my feelings

Theres something about metal
Holding solid steel in my hands
Feeling its weight
Knowing it too was born from this earth

I admire every piece i come across
As i think what it is i could do with it
Having the knowledge to shape it
Having and image and to make it

Unmoved withought significant force
When wielded or worn
I feel so strong

Im going to make a suit of armor

No amount of wind,
Noise on the freeway,
Raindrops on my head,
Lights in the houses,
Could change how still this night is.

From the stars in the sky
Through the atmosphere
To all the tall trees
That grasp the ground

The ground that holds our feet
And gently holds the sea
Down very far underneath
Layers of rock and molten lava streams

Down to the very core
That twists and turns
Its own heated center
The Earth is alive

You can call us settlers
Not for what we have settled
The pure fact that we do

Forty or fifty degrees
Partly sunny sky
Its beach weather
For my friends and I

Waves crashing on the shore
Lining the waters furthest reach
Driftwood sticks and stones
A gentle touch of miscilanious trash

The smell of Erie isn't great, but
It compliments the liquor that we taste

My broken brain
Has trouble understanding happy
Maybe in a moment
Or in a bottle
But sooner rather than later
Saddness takes over

Chemical imbalances
Feel like ledges
Im just inches
From reaching

I dont want pills
I want to be happy

I am too young
To tell you how to be
If i do, older
Don't listen to me

When i write words
That may be a suggestion
Know that my mind is still up late
Asking questions

These are answers i say for me
These are my perspectives
And what i see
I don't want to tell you who to be

Someone pulled the trigger
On the slow motion gun
I feel the motion of the mechanisms
I appreciate their beauty
Just long enough
Until the gunpowder erupts

Forced down the barrel
Twisting in intense heat
I see the world spin
As into it im released

It's tough sometimes
To look in the mirror

It's even more tough, to know
This world,
It's just one great mirror

shes gone
gone again
i feel
that our feelings
had their feet first
out the door

I wish i could take a picture
One to share
From my eyes
That ive just seen

A kindred soul
Walking the streets
So late on this night
In spring

The darker it gets
The brighter
The stars shine

what a joy
to this body

holding so heavily
steel in my hands

elongated
properly weighted

sharp edges
that could cut
the very essence
of reality

I love this world
I really do
I love the sun
The trees the birds

I love the people
Most of them anyways

I love the questions
That have no answers
The things we cant see

I love life
And i love death
I love the duality of it all

Its spring now
And it can't exist without fall

Well
I wish i could've given you
What you gave me
Incredible feelings
The electricity

Since then
I havent been the same
All these thoughts
Weigh heavy on my brain

And its in that moment
That the lines
The frame
Of reality
Start to break

They shimmer
They shine
They breathe
With you

Under their breath
They whisper
Stay cool

Never however
Is that easy to do
So call that friend
Who is closest to you

My love for you
My love is true
But why must you feel blue
Letting guilt and sadness shine through

Soon youll be gone
And it will be long
Before i see you again

Please
Open up to me
Let me see
You

I missed you
Now youre back
And i still miss you

I feel the fire
Its in my head
Above my brow
Between my eyes

A plenty of fuel
Will keep it alive
Not enough
To let it burn me inside

So much on my mind this morning

I had some dreams last night
Severed finger salad
And many missing finger men

Egyptian guardians
The secrets they protect
That i had found apparently

Bombs being thrown
Just to see things go
BOOM

All these things happened,
Or i remember them,
Because i woke up late

An hour past start time
Rollin in

Being talked down to
By the boss
Saying my focus yesterday was lost

The cherry on top
Is my girls comin home
does she want to be my girl

Is this week over yet

Drinkings like a death sometimes
An easy end to any night
Upon waking up
Sometimes you feel new
When the fleeting pain inside your skull
Has finally left and your mind is clear
Things seem different
Old seems new

I dont drink often
But when i do
The next day usually
Seems a little less blue

What a hazy morning
To wake up so early
Yet late
Without the smallest moment
To think of last night
But im reminded still
By the pounding in my head
And walking in zig zags through a quiet house

Driving in the snow
So early in spring
Or so late in winter
Coffee in my hand
But it has me in its own
Holding me above water
Long enough until an hour from now
The clock will stand still

Sun whered you go
Hiding behind those clouds
Youve got me wishing now
That you were around

Come warm the ground
Come warm the air
Warm everything that surrounds
Me

Youve left cause shes gone
Yeah aint no sunshine now
And shes always gone too long
Anytime she goes

I wonder
Is she gone to stay...

Often do i wonder
Whats its like
To have a quiet mind

Breathing in
Letting go
Patience is so easy
To misplace

Ive never had it
Im learning to keep it alive
A little plant
That grows inside

Nothing lasts forever
Yeah everything change
The only thing thats constant
Is these feelings in my brain

Im moving forward through time
Constantly on the grind
Stone, slowly getting sharper
But with less of me each day
Ive gotta remove these shades
And see some brighter ways

Ive given up
On holding on
Im done with that
Im letting go

Its a feeling now like falling
With no anchor to my mind
I cant really tell whats up
Whats down

Like water with no gravity
Just floating
Moving
To anywhere but where i know

I really miss you
I mean your body
And i think your soul too

What is a soul exactly
I often wonder and think i may know
But i dont
I have far yet to grow

Is it a place, much like here
Where i leave a bit of me
Every so often
So that something stay behind
If i were to ever die

Or a more catholic approach
On saying its all that i am
And i must be what i am
And hope to be what i am
Again
In a better place

My palette is so colorful
The greens the reds the blues
So many wonderful hues
But so often they get tangled
Looped together in endless paths
Leaving a dry, dull, black

Black is whats void of all things
How can this be when theres so much color there
If i just add more
Im sure it will look fair

Then and only then the colors do come back
With a dark, shadowy black
Right now its purple
But still mostly black
This is where my soul is at

I feel good,
Tonight.
And i think tomorrow,
I'll be alright.
So long as temptation,
Doesn't blind my sight.

This love I cannot give,
Is overflowing.
Please,
Take some from me.

I can't help it.
Every so often,
Once on a blue moon,
These thoughts filter through.

I don't sleep,
I think of you.

And this is the time
I'll be up tomorrow
To start my new job

I've got to spend
These hours i've spent
To sleep instead of vent

What a time
To be alive
So frightened
Often am I

So big but surely shrinking
This world is for the thinking

What is it here thats left
We taken so much
Some kind of nature theft

Im no perfect man
I take so much too
But in the stars i see the truth

They're so bright and bold and big
What difference does it make to be a pig

To be alive and to see whats real
And to be capable of the feels

A human soul's just like the rest
Hidden in a bag of flesh
Always moving toward their quest
Until there's no flesh left

To be a pig and to take
Without returning surelys a mistake
But it takes alot for one to grow

So let the world you take
Grab a hold a of you and shape
A human bag of flesh
Thats a little brighter than the rest

Eventually your days will end
Hopefully then youll ascend

Move for the sun then please
We need more light to bring about peace

Just remember
Its important to grow
But once youve grown
Its time to let go

Nothing better compliments my rhymes
Than the gentle sound of wind chimes

My mind often wanders to the dark side
But it's nights like this i'm glad to be alive

So it starts again
Creeping
Crawling
Into my head

Slowly devouring
Any sanity left
Amongst the mush
I dare call a brain

Obsession creeps
Down every inch
Of my lonesome body
From a lonesome heart

It has become me
The parasite inside
And its been there
My entire life

Why does it
Keep me alive

Sleep's run away again
Out of the house
Out on the street
Leaving a trail
Of my thoughts at its feet

The struggle
As real as it is
It comes from within

Ive veered astray
From a beautiful place
A garden
An Eden

And what else for
Than a filthy pleasure

The physical world
Taunts me again
Pulling me
Further within

But fear not,
My loved ones
And my love

My journey in
Is at its end
And coming forth
Is me again

Back from the depths
And twists of my mind

These are places
i dare not dwell
Today however
Ive been in hell

Trekking back now
Through the fog
Climbing up
Climbing out


Soon my love
Ill be free again

Imagine,
If you will,
The inner workings,
Of a watch.

All the tiny gears,
Gently colliding,
Slowly sliding,
Like lovers locked in dance.

All different sizes,
Shaped in their own way,
But all equally as important,
To keep constant flow.

Turning and turning,
The little ones go,
Turning the larger,
But the larger turns slow.

Their size and their speed,
Mean nothing to them,
In their own little circle,
They forever go.

They maintain their rhythm,
Their sense of immortal flow,
Then and only then,
Will the bigger things ever go.

Its hard to move forward
When i dont know
Where forward is

So worried
Always
That i may misplace a step
Sometimes
I forget to take one

Music is measured by time...
Or is time,
Measured by music?