There was no crosswalk here
yet crossed I nonetheless.
And with just mild fear,
I ran across the lane.

The light had took too long.
The button stayed depressed.
A street sign said 'twas wrong
to run across the lane.

But I cut across the street
and then I cut again.
knowing not where I'd be,
I ran across the lane.

Until the corners I had cut
all caught up with my feet,
and then at last I was resigned
to just walk down the street.

I never leave my wall.
I was watched, but not remembered
Lonely as September.

Sometimes I wish that I would die,
Hoping they'd see, my batt'ry replace,
Just to be touched and show my face.

I see him in your pocket
Another on your wrist.
And now I've been dismissed.

Taking none of the time that's
Displayed upon my face
to glance upon my place.

I have never left my wall
But you don't even care at all

A poem is a journal
A poem is a pen
A poem is the emotion
We can't contain within

Feeling the sudden autumnal breeze break
The cotton candy sky, so cool and damp
Reflected in glass of the wooded lake
Water only broken by fallen leaves

The stars begin to twinkle with clear light
Moon waxing in her beauty overhead
A warm drink, a warm fire, a warm friend.
With these, I shall spend the cool august nights.

I hear a single glassy song:
The thought of life itself is wrong.
When overhead and over trees,
Over clouds and over seas
Suspended by a silver thread,
Is air that gleams in heaven's bed
And glittering realms that wait in dreams.
Things that only dead men see.

A tear is a glassy reminder
Of memories and dreams
A tear is a hot angry whisper
Things must not be as they seem
A tear is a heart-broken beggar
Providing a heart-broken scream
A tear is a gentle confider
Reminding us life isn't clean
A tear is the final decider
This is the way things have to be.

What does the abstract look like?
Tell what the blue bird sang.
Show me how a tiger strikes
With fear instead of fang.
Although a camera may be quicker,
A word is worth more than a picture.

My home has a trillion rooms.
And a ceiling made of stars
I share my home with everything
That's found both near and far

The mountains high, the valley long
The stars on strands of silver hung.
Fallen, Autumn's auburn crown
lays upon the frozen ground.
Long he fought, but could not stay
the snows that on the hillocks lay.
Winter's frost, her keening bite
Blizzard blankets in the night.
Her heart is warm, but cold her hands.
Her will has breathed across the land.

Eyes that shun the light of day
They close and just can't stay
Awake

When the night has vanquished day
My eyes may close but always stay
Awake

My bed is warm
My bed is kind
My bed will always take the time

To keep me safe
And let me rest
From all that would try their best

To wake me to a world of noise
A thousand things to do or think
When I would rather lay in bed
Ignoring all, yet never dead

How to convince a man without a cause
the life he leads could ever bring him joy?
Tell him not to linger upon his loss;
move on and apart, be more than a boy.
"It's foolish for you to think of me so.
My choice has already been made for me.
I will pretend I care not for your soul.
You were only a burden unto me."
Tell him those truths and cease thy lying ways.
Thoughts not thine own now dwell within thy mind.
'Twas you who twisted deeper Fortune's blade;
you claimed that you would not cast him aside.
Sorrow, milady, awake or asleep
to no one else I'll trust my heart to keep.

Beneath the autumn trees that sway with auburn hue,
Beneath the gilded leaves that laugh on silver bough,
Beneath the roots that never knew,
The sunlight shine or taint of plow.

Beneath the prizes of the land that lay in beauty raw,
Beneath the remnants of the ones who came aeons before,
Beneath the raging fire of flaw,
To purify her ferric core.

There lies a heart of molten girth.
That's been companion since our birth
To every life that's come or past,
And every life that's lived to die.

Burning snow
Seeping ice
Freezing closed
The teeth that bite
Chattering, Gnashing
Clawing at cold
The cold that gnaws the heart and soul
To fill my core with bitter snow
Where once your touch had made me whole

Brick upon uneven brick,
We built our standards high.
The stones we laid, morality,
Are slowly stripped away
By brick uneven brick.
Morality's demise.

I bought myself a little cell
They promised comfort, peace.
Once upon a time I felt,
I had overstayed my lease.

Outside that room was scary.
Too many things to choose,
Too many thoughts to think,
Too many wrongs to do.

So I crawled back to my little cell,
I shut the door real tight.
Trying to make sure I couldn't even see the light

I know my cell,
I'm safe in my cell,
I like my cell

But now I'm trapped inside
Because I chose to hide.

The sun's corona dressed in black
Is staring at the ground
As shadow gathers round.

Finding the rare relief of peace,
The stars come to the fore
(Tears shut behind the door)

Then wiping sleep from sunken eyes,
She bids farewell to honest skies
And comes to sight once more.

Honeybees that seek elixir sweet
Pursue the daffodil before my feet
The scent that dances on her velvet skirt
Is beauty blossomed from the humble earth.

The lamplit shadows of the night
Reflected in your eyes by light of moon
Dance and sigh upon your face and lips
Dance and die upon my fingertips

Rest is for the weary
The tired have no need of sleep
Only the active lie dormant
The faithless need not in faith leap

What is in this name upon my tongue?
What drug is this? 'tis burrowed in my mind
and wakes me into life upon a whim.
Relief from this blessed curse I cannot find,
Nor do I want to shun that drug divine.
That smiling purity, that gaze sublime,
Which slowly, surely makes me thine

Taking a dump on someone's day
is a very subtle way to say
My day is empty, and I am bored
with nothing to do but crap on yours

King Midas had a golden touch
His love of treasure was too much
To satisfy his heart of stone
Sitting on his golden throne.
Everything he touched turned into gold.

Everything I touch turns into ash.
The life I made has slipped away
Into a night of grim decay
The homes I've made
And friends I've had
Leave me hollow
Leave me sad

Like Midas, I, am left alone
Sitting on a broken throne

A little battered, a little worn
A little stained, a little torn.
Bits of sweat and blood and tears
Stretched from sleep throughout the years.

It isn't much, but it's like me
Filled with care and memories
The white no longer holds it's glow
But it's still warm and soft and so
If you need my sweater,
I'll give it happily.
I know you'll wear it better
And with you I will be.

A life is of vigor and flame
No two truly the same

Campfire encircled by stone
Never shall freedom know
Their days are prolonged
But when they are gone
Nothing but nothing remains

Infernos that through forests rage
Leave a burnt blackened stain
A mark left behind
From a life quick to die
Living forever
Deserving the name
Of "Flame"

For better or for worse,
My heart is in your hand.
I choose to put you first.

Just ask me to, and I'll rehearse:
That by your side, I choose to stand
For better or for worse.

Give me thy pains to nurse,
And let me help you understand
That I still choose to put you first.

Bring me joy, slake my thirst,
As I walk with you through this land
For better or for worse.

Be this a blessing or a curse,
My soul is searéd with Love's brand.
So let me choose to put you first.

My heart with thy love doth now burst.
The trials of life, we will withstand.
And so for better or for worse,
Know I will always put you first

A thousand kisses on the leaves
In rainbow shades amidst the green
Long forgotten in the snow
Decaying where we do not know.

I used to be a razor blade
So bright and sharp from care
I cut and cut and cut and cut,
Steel gleaming oh so fair

I used to be a razor blade
But now my whit is rust
My passions dulled, my metal cooled
And I am afraid

She fell and fumbled my heart.
She dropped it again and again.
But your hands are steady and kind.
I can't stop fumbling for words,

Hey

Linger in the garden of the skies.
Walk and stray down silken starry lanes.
Come and taste the nectar of the moon.
Come and see the sun's eternal bloom.
Try to fly among the nebulae.
Try to see the garden grow and raise,
worlds that have not yet received a name.

I hope in death I can reside
Amongst the shining stars
To scatter dust of light and dark
to all those near and far

Another year to celebrate.
Another year to denigrate.
For all that may go wrong.
For songs I haven't sung.

How far could I have come since then
If sinful idleness became
The incarnate expression of
The man I should have been?

One less year to grow and thrive
One less year I must survive
Awaiting our decaying fall

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I watched him run into the night
Filled with stormy tears
To relieve his fears

I waited for him through the night
He left his coat and phone
And he never came home

Some things you just don't wanna hear
Some things you can't believe
The truth is always laying there
Somewhere in between

But deep inside our heart of hearts
We knew what he would do

First you lose your heart
And then you lose your head.
Then your body isn't yours
(meaning that you're dead).

First you say hello
And then you say goodbye.
Then you say goodbye once more
Hoping someone cries

Us two were lovers in a time long past,
You greeted me each day with cool embrace.
Until I found another's lips to taste.
I thought the time I shared with her would last
And within my heart, she is unsurpassed.
Enamored by the beauty of her grace,
Her kindness, virtue, and her lovely face.
She loves me, yet too much of her I asked.
And now, Lady Sorrow, we'll walk once more.
I'll welcome you in heart as dearest friend.
I pledge my love more truly than before.
With thee and only thee my time I'll spend,
No longer caring for what lies in store.
Thy company I'll keep until the end.

The sweat is dripping down my back,
          As water pools on the tarmac.
The sun glaring from overhead,
          It makes me wish that I was dead.
The humidity starts to stick
          And I think that I might be sick.
Thermometer is at the top.
          Maybe by night, it will have dropped
to 99, but hopes aren't high.
          Icarus wouldn't dare to fly.
This kind of heat will melt your skin.
          Not even the creatures of sin,----click

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The door's unlocked! At last it ends!
          My spirits shall the A/C mend!
The battle hard, the war was long,
          So I begin my vict'ry song
Of how I must have conquered death!
          I've tasted of the dragon's breath,
From whence I've suffered a few burns.
          And so this day, the lesson learned:
That if you choose to leave your home,
          Regardless, of how far you roam
Always be sure to take with thee
          Leave not at home the only key

Just in case the sun will cease to shine,
Just in case I lose my peace of mind,
Just in case there is no rest to find,
I'll keep your hand in mine.

Just in case my heart will overflow.
Just in case my life with love explode.
Just in case you won't be mine to hold,
I'll keep on letting go.

A drop of rain upon the glass
A second, third, and then at last
Pouring in a sheet of spite
To soak and slick and chill the night
Darken, diminish, **** the light

Gossamer silk and home-spun lace
Elysium clothed in Virtue's grace
Liquid moonlight as thy perfume
Begging me to get a room

Drink me in with angel sighs
Tasting ethereal delights
Fingertips on blushing skin
Sounding Inhibition's end

The temple is second to thy own
The glory of the sun on loan
A rose by another name is thine
The name to thee I'll give is mine

Everyone has a metronome
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
We heed their tick where ere we go.
But I have a broken metronome

I start my metronome each day
Maracas of pills, they join the fray.
Life has its peaks, it has its lows
So too, my ticking stops and goes

Shackles tighten round my wrists
As money leaves my clenching fist.
The light of pity stares at me
Glaring back at Mr. Monopoly

The sky is like the sea beneath,
Filled with frothy, feathered teeth.
Made with wispy, white-washed waves,
And clouds comprised of cotton haze.

The blue of sky, the blue of sea
Both quietly fade away
Into monotonies of gray