You **** every part of me, except the parts you look at me.

I turn to run, but my dreams are dreams, they load the gun.

And when I sleep I am the sleet, the ice shelf that tears away from safe embrace.

Tips and sinks into the deep, exposed to what may lay beneath.

And the best of me,
Slips away.

The rest of me,
Wastes away.

What silouette drifts away to the rising sun is cool and calm.

The surface shimmers brilliantly, a glass, a ghost, drowning out what I was made to be.

The way you glance at me and smile above your coffee cup.

I feel your love, and smile back.

Clea,

Life had a story for you, from the first page you started.

Please, don't shed a tear, it's not your fault you departed.

Fate had a hand to play in the bed that you lay.

He tore us away in a moment of grace.

In rebellion, that smile not once, left your beautiful face.

Clea, visit me, please?

When I'm curled up in bed,
asleep, let your spirit rest on my chest.

Gently let me know, that I'm not alone.

That there is something left?

So do you see me?
Do you see what I've become?
I'm not the same beast, no
I leave a scar on all I touch
You think you know me now
Is it better than I know myself?
I know it hurts like hell
Admitting just how you've misjudged
You don't know me, you cannot own me
The path I'm on don't fit the old me
I bare my soul as I keep evolving
And I chase this taste for blood
See, I learned real young, don't seek no gold
Trust no fool, and you won't get sold
I never feared the dark, no, I just became it
When the lights go dead, you better pray you're safe, kid

I cradle the moon in my hands and extend it to you.

To be swept far away, submerged in the waves

Adrift, I miss the starry night.

"Validation, valediction
What's the difference now?
Eschew the standard
Turn the paradigm upside down
You could be happy, if you wanted to be
Don't feel obliged to live a life you never wanted to
The best way out is straight through
Let intuition guide you
You could be happy, if you wanted to be".

If, all the trees would bend,
carve out your path.

All the plates may break,
but not my heart.

You will be in my arms,
until the fall.

And when it's dark at night,
you'll hear my call.

"To dream,
Is to erupt the endless roads and unlimited possibilities,
of the human soul".

Don't go there, Kid
You need to breathe.
Don't want it too fast,
Time, it will pass.
My heart is sick,
Of the poison I'm feeding it.
I'm damnation, Incarnation
A weary soul,
bleeding for a better life.

Don't go there, kid
Hope, you still have it.
Cope, you can grab it.
Be grateful and stack it.
Mirrors crack, but you'll still survive.
And when all hell breaks loose,
Don't journey to the other side
Write it down, burn it.
And live.
God please live.
You've earned it.
In times of darkness,
the pain will thrive.
Through the night,
You're a gift in my eyes.
And tomorrow,
like today,
like tomorrow
the sun will rise.

Music is like a desperate plea,
to slip back into a feeling far away.
Clawing back a forgotten dream.  
As the song fades, the memory fades.
Those Sunday morning's slip away.

Music is the only element
known to break me down,
and remind me of who I want to be.
As I sit here alone, weeping for what I cannot touch
Lost at sea, the somber serenade of time
Washes over me..

Music slips through my fingers like grains of sand,
A finite youth warm in my hands
Taken by the winds to where it needs to be.
The night in it's wisdom, lets me breathe.
A single note travels through my sleep.
The sorrow of this note unbroken, brings me peace.

"Give me the strength to live one day,
as if it summarized the entirety of my life".

Held Down In The Dirt And Sweat
From Town to Town, Knows No Regret
Dust Sways In The Wind That Silence Thread.

Angels Weep To Hear The Sound,
The End Of Times Hides Underground,
Knowing Of The Road That Lies Ahead.  

He Answers Not, to Death or Sword
Violence is the Symphonic Chord,
A Holstered Gun That Knows the Words to Every Line.  

Footsteps Leading To The Door,
A Last-Ditch Rise Before The Fall,
Stood A Soldier, No More Than Three or Four

Here Stood A Bird, Wings To Be Clipped.
A Shallow Grave and One Swift Kick,
Honor Preaches In An Empty Banquet Hall

As The Ring Carried On Throughout The Town
The Shadow's Vision Faded Out
Fate This Day Had Reared Its Ugly Head

The Wide-Brimmed, High-Crowned Duster
Fell Slowly From His Head,
A Remnant Of A Legacy That Bled.  

Young He Was, Picked Up The Hat
Walked To The Door And Opened That
Drowned In The Sun, A Man.

Architects, Flight Without Feathers

Aspire to the heavens,
Looking for
                       a shortcut.
Time Dilates The Soul Like Evergreen.

Until There’s Nothing Left Of Me.                                                          

Un­til There’s
                        Nothing
                                        Left Of
                                                      Me.

Everyone marches in a single file down the street.

Then those people chant
La Revolution! through the street.

So revolution comes for them,
and blood runs through the streets.

Then they scream for peace,
the ivory tower of deceit looking down upon the street.

And then they scream for truth,
and the truth beats them to their knees.

Then they scream for death.
the realization they wasted what they had.

They wasted the chance to be free.

I dipped my fingers into the ocean sweet,
As the ripples washed my sandy feet
A wave splashed about into a playful mist
That brushed my cheeks and salts my lips
The fresh, crisp air fills my joyous lungs,  
My skin lightly wrapped in golden sun,
I watch dolphins chase boats all day long,
As they guess where next - the fish fly from.  
The esplanade emanates the waft of chips.
Parents treat their loving children with.
Each step more satisfying than a fizzing drink
A sunset divine, with a spectral light.
A privilege to experience this beautiful life.

Tonight is a Terrible, Silent Respite
From The Cruel, Cruel March.
The Brilliance of Sunlight's Beauty
Begins to Scar With Cracks of Dark .
The Echoes Of The Universe
Are Few And Far Apart,
And In This Of All My Treasured Moments,
I Wonder Where You Are?

The Pillars And Foundations Sometimes Fall
From So Many Things That Were Beautiful
And Tears I Weep As Light Escapes,
Kneeling Before The Fireplace,
To The Flames, Whose Soul Burns to Embrace
The Many Broken Parts Of Me,
That Can No Longer Be Replaced.

Dreams that rattle in chains of stone,
Loneliness corrodes when it overshadows,
Destiny bound to the same old road
And the same old road is a double edge sword
Littered with bones and broken barrows
A slave to the devil in of a world devils
Stringing us up, feeling hope unravel.

Master, come a little closer to my breath,
Spill blood, spill death, Spill fear, unrest
But leave a little violence for the rest of us
As above, doubt below
Sleepwalk with a heart of lust.

Can you find peace in the heart of a demon?
Can you find home when the darkness is breathing?
Can you find love when your soulmate is leaving?
Can you find hope when your smile is decieving?

"Every Day Is A New Chance To Make A Change".

"Give me the strength to live one day,
as if it summarized the entirety of my life".

To love, to give, to build, to be proud, to be awed, to be humbled, to be grateful, to be thrilled, to be terrified, to be courageous, to be silent,  to be LOUD, to be unapologetic, to be myself.

Why do we worship superheroes so much?
It's reasonable to hope someone cares about us.
Is it because all the good men have gone?
They were gentle and strong
When they spoke, we felt hope.
Their truth could move millions,
Ignite a moment of brilliance.
Unite every color and creed and ignorance
That history itself couldn't bury resilience  

But the moment is lost,
A match struck in a wave,
a nation of hate,
and the youth in a daze,  
And all I can think is we made it this way
We stopped exposing our kids to the truth of the matter
and so they got lost in a culture that says they don't matter.

When a fight for a vote became a fight for a like,
We can't act surprised when kids fight for a fight
Entire religions preach having a purpose
And still replaced values with things that are worthless.
A society so numb to the progress they've won
Find a perverse pleasure to see it undone.

When a company is allowed to sell plots of land on the moon,
When a leader of freedom commits treason against truth,
Is a sure sign that we the people, have given up, too.
The allowance of absurdity into our lives
Little by little, it rots from inside
Until we cannot admit that we have allowed this.
Now the roaring crescendo of human triumph is silent.
Is it better to admit that we're dying contrived?
Or is it easier to shut up and eat their lies?

There I stood - the world ablaze
Try I did, to pave a way
My heart got lost in a tidal wave
and through the night, I slaved away;

Chose the course and caught a break
But you never opened up, saw the light of day
The shadows caught on, dragged you far away
I forgive you now, but the walls are stained.

Only never-ending rage could light a spark
Hatred only told me who you are.
When you needed someone most, you couldn't look within.
and that was on me, I should've known then.

Don't tell me how you feel when you lie awake
I came into your life and I cleaned the slate
You climbed from the beaches,
and spread your embers on the forest floor

and caught in the flames of war, was our little boy.

“In a world that profits off your self-doubt, to love yourself is a rebellious act”

To the trees,
and the seeds
Please believe
The crease in
My knees
Are from pleading
Every which season
You’ll come alive

You’ll come alive

Dissidents,
Revolution,
The weak,
The meek,
The speech that
Shakes the roots
We speak
Comes alive

You’ll come alive

Like oxygen,
Deceit
So sweet
In the air
That we breathe
The droplets
We drink
Come alive

You’ll come alive

The soil
And soot
I kneel
No fear
I’m here for
You to appear
And come alive

You’ll come alive

The soul
It shouts
It loves
And doubts
Your life means
Something
Each season
You are alive

You’ll come alive

Last night, lady with a fervent face
Turned and asked about time and space.

The lights flickered; vision slim
Yet obvious how her night had been.

Trapping me between shelves of gin
might not be intention

Rather an honest to god lesson
in wormhole prevention.

Note for my readers:
I wanted to pass her

I wanted to sprint
And not give an answer

But I knew this would make
A great story to tell

That, and she hit me
With a fuzzy fox pelt

Not that it hurt,
Just gave me a fright

And out came the words
To her greatest delight.

Let us go a little mad!
If we try real hard I know we can!
Let’s not worry about what people think,
We’ll go bananas in a blink!

No more scrolling for what we need,
Or cave into another drink.
All that liquid dulls the senses.
When you’re insane the world is endless!

Let’s say what we really think,
Not be afraid of things hard to admit.
Degrade yourself for what, for whom?
Your ****** beautiful, you know it too!

Yes it’s fear that holds you back,
Your past, your story, you’re better than that.
Who you want to be,  that is your truth
And I’m crazy enough to believe in you!

Am I mad we so easily replace
One with another during a Netflix break?
If chilling is devaluing the human spirit,
How empty are we to need **** to fill it?

I’m not getting really riled,
So let’s go bon voyage awhile,
And not judge all the locals there,
You know, they too feel love and fear?

Now we’re lost in a nice direction,
We’ll stop using ‘hate’ in every sentence
I hate paedophiles and domestic violence
I don’t hate using an iPhone 7

Now we’re madly - I feel a-brewing,
Opinions based on fact reviewing
When emotions feel a little ticking,
Don’t buy that (blipping blip) they’re spewing.

Congrats! We’re seeping deep into nuts.
We COULD argue about funding cuts,
Or join the game of hide and seek with homeless/addicts/single mums.
OH! Using our imagination’s fun!

But in our little game of mad, we whisper
SHHH! 14 eyes will see the picture
No name, no phone, just disappear
I must be bonkers, a secret system!?

A game for friends and friends of friends
What a wonderful world when off your meds
When everyone is kept in a tidy pile
We can jump and stomp, kick leaves for miles!

Now I’m getting upset it’s blowing
The wind picked up and the rains are flowing
The little pile was so connected
They fight, the leaves for the nicest spot -  but in the end they fall, they wither and then they rot.

Some are pretty, some provide shade
But this pile seems to body shame.
If each think spring is unique to them,
the part they play will fall away.

I know that I’m most certainly deranged.
Some of these leaves, want weeds to spray.
All this trunk and extended roots,
They think this won’t affect them too?

I’ve had enough fun for today
Playing mad is a scary game
I need a joint, beer, some time to pray
Some pills, some sleep and don’t ask again.

Divine embers illuminate the rotting sun stripes

Shining down against the pale patronage of trodden moss

Entangled beneath the shattered face and wraps around the rivers bend

And gorges itself on the pebbled trail that crescendo rings by growing stone

Laid by night and day the frail men who earned a pittance and suffer the same

Paved the way for ambitious men whose curvature gives them pass
By sheath and saddle of foul, of steed, stallion, and sacrifice  

From up the way where the grass does crease, draped in sapphire satin pleats

Where water wash the overflow, of dazzling scarlet undertones

Diffracting a brilliant whisper through the meadows and bending stems under throes

The snaking of a haunting breeze suffocates the boldest beasts

The subterranean systems whipping silt twists this flattered path

Craning against the wicker bark, stone and shard caress the mast

And carry splintered serenity shaved down to the soot at last

The rise of sparks and oxygen ignite the way for weary pass

Stone is overthrown and carried undertow towards and onwards its mark, unknown

Nevermore,
here before
standing on
golden shores
with childish
optimism

An eroding score
of violins,
glass cliffs
and visceral
experiences,
made my eyes
open wide
at what's to come
a rising tide

A withered brow
furrowed now,
aged a day.
slipping into
footprints laid
hypnotized,
seagulls sway,
I've breathed,
loved,
Do I fade away?

Nevermore
here before,
refracting howls
of the golden light,
reach my soul,
and
bottomless lagoons,
spring to life,
Prussian blue
this starry night

I've only been here
once before
and hence my weary
tired eyes
have lost their
hope
and lust
for life

Here before,
but nevermore
nature remains beyond
claim or fate.
Yet tomorrow
should I
not wake
This secret space
Is yours
Forevermore

Some moments in time
we think back and we smile
mellow for a while
suspended in our minds

A flicker of the eye
a crinkle of the cheeks
throwing up our nose
I know, she knows, i know

Did we mind a little rain?
Specs of dust about the place?
Beauty brushed landscapes
Golden were the days

Compliments compliment a yearning for love
But the leaves leave, like everyone.
Even from earth, space spaces things out

Sullen faces face the rising sun
Eerie silence silently patters the surface
Blue and black suits suit him best

It’s hardly hard to walk among the rest
Seasons season a life of despair
The buckle buckles after years and years

Our clutter clutters our heart and our mind.
However many roses rose from cracks he passed by.
Only his net nets a sense of worth..

Tears welling well into the cold, empty night
A glass of bitters, bitter against the palette
Feelings of dying dyes his kaleidoscope eyes.

Plotting plot notes of a final farewell...
Would his passing pass by everyone’s eyes?