i'm beginning
to memorize the soft meat
of your palms
and the gentle curve
to your knuckles

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break

In the morning when our last sun comes
I know the death of all is to follow
Because the light it's sheds upon my path
Is one full of my own pathetic sorrow

And the path will be grown over and treacherous
For it has never been traveled by one before
And walking it will take me away from you
A revelation that could shake any lover's core

I will wander far to a life lived in dreams
I'll see a better world beyond my years
But still will I harbor an ache so deep
It will bring me to the brink of vengeful tears

However no farewell will escape these lips
My heart could not take such a goodbye
Because in the morning I'll be escaping old pains
To only meet the pain of not having you at my side

Do not wait
for someone
to offer you
their world.
Remember,
you have your own.

To talk of gentle love and me,
Seems something of an oddity.
Yet to speak of angels as muses sing,
Used to come so naturally.

A somber sonnet of the soul,
Would ease the pain of heartache's toll.
And bring with it some great delight,
Yet now that gift has taken flight.

I cannot find the words once more,
All left behind on battered shores,
Of love and loss and life now gone,
I've lost the strength to carry on.

No words shall leave this shaking hand,
Of light and hope and love once grand.
And soon shall I then fade from view,
As my words have after you.

A broken angel on borrowed wings,
To teach of love and what it brings,
To show there beauty at its best,
And lay a wild heart to rest.

To teach of pain then born of passion,
And mark the soul in subtle fashion,
To linger there in memory,
Forever bathed in agony.

Take this then, my parting gift,
A simple thing which I will miss.
My pen and heart belong to you,
Goodbye my love and gentle muse.

No wonder the world is falling apart
Superman no longer has access to a phone booth

all the pills I took
make my thoughts blur,
mind is fuzzy.

i can barely stand,
the world is like
a rocking ship.

swaying back and forth
as the sea tosses me
between the waves.

is my head still between my shoulders?
patting where it should be
all I feel is air.

where has my mind gone?
to the clouds
far from ground.

i lost it
i don’t know
where I could be.

Sometimes it feels like
We share one soul so big it
Takes up two bodies