Hello little cup of tea. It's strange I met you here, just now. The day was the crashing waves of automobile noise pollution, but the night hums an electronic melody. Go ahead now, pour your nature in my preserved, artificial frame. I beg you to make me feel the providential roots in every tree. I'll whisper bedtime tales of tragedy and glory. But for now, I sip you in alongside the dusty air.

You. You'll never read these words, beneath a sullen sky. You'll never feel the gravel cold with little stones and dirt rolling on the canyons of your fingertips. I don't have the answers, the turmoil transfer, or the drafts release.

My dearest friend, where are the chirping of the birds. Segacious cliffs, my fear of heights. They're darkened by rowdy shallows. Craft. I cannot, but you may, but when you fail someday, hide my face. Reminiscent drops on a puddled tripe.

You. Swallow your stiffened words. I promise, friend, the day will not clear, but your stride will strengthen, your head will straighten, and all that is said will have been said, life's verbatim.

"All galaxies are indeed moving apart at an ever increasing rate"
It's the saddest thing I've ever heard
Don't they know it will be too late?
They'll burn up only to leave
The vacuum space between

Adaptive we say
Time and decay
But morals and friendships-
drugs and hugs and spark plugs,
Surely they're meant to remain?
Not fall like autumn's leaves or spring's rain and grow anew or cycle through...but stay?

If I could press a memory in this book I'd fill the pages
Instead these images press my brain
And my memory beckons and pleads
"Am I still able?"

Tell me so.
Do we start, what we always know will end?


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go.

I wrote the summer long ago, and asked her to be kind. I wore down the winter bone, beckoning home, waiting for springs fine. Listen. The bow bends creaks, and banes. The swollen hope of summer wanes.

All I've ever known. Is to write these general poems. Images will flash before your eyes. But I will never let them guide you to the occurrence of my life. Every feeling I feel may be strong, but seems overly dramatic to the planets strife. This has been a brief view in my head. Enjoy these carefully constructed words of images, and build them into your life instead.

Drown me in self pity
Fill me with gravel and confetti
And I won't scream and shout, or tell anyone about the sarcastic soliloquy

Dance me into a state of disbelief
Your unsteady heartbeat,
will without fuss or pout
Tell everyone about you and me.

Follow the modest airwaves that dance on the night. Feel young in it's serene mimics and sight. Wring out the persona that illumines the night's allure. Intersect dawn and dusk, with the day and night's colure. Respond to me as if too fondly and settle your scores. Heartbeats shimmer in the roar of gentle snores.

Solidarity won't risk us
Surfing the chalkline of an urban meniscus
Measure our thoughts in reluctance

The breeze at ease flows through the trees following sore knees.
We go on in awe of ever imposing trepidation. No regards to Earth's indulgent rotation.

In my best diction I could write you a hearty fiction full of contradictory facts. But honesty and falsities are beyond the sea, leaving sequential masks.    

An opportunity to me to create these beings of fact, to ride and act the illusion of the glide is set in my mind and on the street. My best distortion of living rigor mortis is this wooden plank, set at my feet.

Thrills to pills to the body stills, we all will run dry. No dramatic end or cosmic bend, just a speck of dirt on Earth's shallow sigh.

Pencil to pen to stencil to end, carbon copies of an ideal. No man made normality or financial fatality, can mar what you feel.

Skin in linen so infringed in, does the future hold you so? Yes peers and stately fears can bring us to stow.

I know none of which I speak but a subtle weak week. A week far 60 years from now which you reflect how you lived your life without love to be found. And your hand will close and your muscles relax but with a stiffened heart and a metal back you'll whisper to the likes of me. And only drywall will see the cracks and only your logic or sore success will breathe.

Remember the days
The spring ran full and your little hands found the earth
Moment and movement, creation and desolation
I'll shut out, and sweep the floor
The pathway cleared will have thrown out all we adored
Follow the sea
I'll find the beach beside your bed
Fulfillingly and willingly
Taking to
Leaving it to them
Follow me.
If I, will you?

Set sail to the west
Aspirations tied to the mast
Gliding on the waves of deconstruction
Set sail to the moonlight
The soundtrack plays on
Swing with the ropes
As a man with wooden seams

On went the night in staggering serenity. City blocks counted one, no two, in silent resilience, our cars always float on intensively. Our fingers tap in constant repentance.
Trickling streams, novice actors, and your perfume filled in-
The spaces where you wouldn't allow
Midnight air, weather fair, shadows in our hair, a novelty pin. The streetlights ask, don't you know me by now?
A lunar dance you sung to me, soft as a trapeze swingers talent. You fell asleep in summer's tree, I, I found my levels and balance.

Arrest! Arrest! The menace menaced me again! A slick thin criminal hasty in the night! Here it is! Here it is! A drama at last! News! News! A crime! A love story! A betrayal! See it here! See it large! He burnt the very image in my brain! Proof! Proof! Evidence at last! Delusions, that are sane! Stop now! Stop here! No more! I'm caving in! Fold! I fold! No more bets! No more bets! The winners here! The winners here! A thousand hours or more and the winners here! Oh a tragic loss! A loss! Pull out your cameras! A loss! A steal! A crime! Arrest! Arrest! The menace menaced me again!

Everything I say is stuck in my throat. Everything I say is smeared where it's wrote. Rocks upon dirt, metal upon skin, the distance will hurt, and I'm not left handed. Everything I hope is here on my fingertips. Everything I hope is floating ships.
Batman to robin, salt to pepper, the feelings in my shin, and I'm going to smile
Everything I fear is the future.
"Everything I fear," says the morning rooster.
Bronze was gold, orphan was home,
The summer was cold, and you're right

I went to the rocks
Found my brother there
Drinking on the rocks
He splashed and he sank

I saw my mother there
Wiping off the rocks
She went to sleep
Swallowed by rocks

I stood on the rocks
Waiting for a moment
I stand on the rocks
I stood

We live for the weekends were you scrounge yourself tablecloths sheets and shelves smooth pavement for the ghost of a heavy load we run for the sake of health and we waited for a knock on the wall but what I got was the ringing of a bell
But our prose was true and my eyesight mistreated
Colored in thought my eyelids retreated
Fall back to the fall
I miss what I saw
In come sun and a world on que
Dinosaurs died to make room for something as magnifecent as you

If you're going with the tide, don't look back. Wisps of air will kiss your cheeks. Tiny hands will wash your hair clean. When you're out at sea, and the erratic waves are closing your eyes, let the wind hold your head. Those clashing blues will lull you to sleep. When you reach land dig your hands in the sand. Let my mind grind down great stone after stone. Truth is I'm **** afraid. 18 months of you, after 16 years of me. I don't ever want you to take with the tide, leaving me to be the breeze.

Little ants on a leaf fighting a rippling creek, the little maelstroms spitting it's mist at shaking knees.
    The captain's last stand with his heart in his hand, watching the golden coast elude him. Yet with all his fright and all his fight he feels the sunset soothing.  
    Things will grow and things will die, they will move mountains or sit idly by. But remains the glimpse, of the coast, inside.
  Captain climbs to the leaf's curled tip, quietly going down with the ship.

Sleepless in space. Sewing pillows in your dreams wishing deeply to comfort that will only be seen. Adventurous advisories flutter on, flutter on. You obedient Abraham, you will solemnly **** your son. But not today amidst the peddling rain. Swallow sorrow, swallow pain. You won't be this arrogant pest. The loudest note was always the symphony's rest. Rest. Does the night spill over like linens in a basket? Does the man in our head miss the cue mark, rushing to mask it? Covered in monotony and monopoly. Close your eyes and relax your arms to mend this folly. But we all are brothers and pay for what we wield. No sleep for the kindred, "Let's go out to the field."