It's hard not to
Completely fall for someone
Whom, without effort
Brings out the absolute
Best in you

The most beautiful thing
About young love
Is the truth
In their hearts
That it will last forever

The endless stays
Amongst the trillion ways
We feel the light and song right now

How always I know
There is love out there
By far transcending the four letter way
We say forever to each other

You have completely
Stolen my heart
And I honestly
Never want you
To give it back

You will be hurt,
You will recover,
And you will live.

Let the thing
We mean to be
Know the thing
We feel we are

A bounce hustling and
Howling mysteriously
Through you

Getting older has never been
In my plans but it's never late
Enough for me to stay

I'd set the world ablaze
Just to watch the flames
Dance in her eyes

Sometimes our lives are made up of the same stories with the same beginnings and the same endings and things happen the same way almost every time.

Nature takes lovers back as if to create them a second time
Anyone deserted might be inspired; that fierce, soaring, object-less love
Perhaps the most ancient of sufferings finally grows fruitful for us
Isn't it time we lovingly freed ourselves from the beloved?

The problem with being happy
Is a lot like the problem with pluto
It was a vague way of
Describing a complex thing

Our sense of happiness is so fragile
It can be destroyed by simply asking whether or not it exists
Instead I'm busy
I'm interested
I'm fascinated

I want to build things
And then break them

I want to be busy and beautiful
And brimming with
Ten thousand moving parts
I want to hurt
So that I can heal

And that's okay

We fall into
Form fitting pieces
Of one another
Each other's own
Silent feeling

But it is all I want
To sleep still and
Dream unafraid
Aching deeply to
Drum thunder across
Vacant marble halls
Coalescing as the
Texture of the things
We all have
Trouble believing

Though it shows
Aimlessly we go
Out with lanterns
Looking for this thing
We call a soul

His command of color
Most magnificent

He transformed the pain
Of his tormented life
Into ecstatic beauty

Pain is easy to portray
But to use your
Passion and pain
To portray the ecstasy and joy
And magnificence of our world

No one had ever done it before

Perhaps no one will again

Through the October night
Moonlight on metal
An evil companion to
My monster heart
And through the pain
I feel indifferent
I grapple with
The murdered words
I can never forget

My fondest memories are those of you
And listening to you sing
For moments could go unnoticed
While time drifted from the mind
You are nothing to regret
You are not a bad person
You are but only, a miracle in the making.
And soon you shall be a savior to those
Whom you used to be. They need you.

Only mortals
Have told me

That it would ****
To live forever

It is no measure
Of good health
To be well adjusted
To a profoundly
Sick society

I just wanted you to be happy, truly. I'm just sorry it wasn't with me.
I hope you find someone who makes you feel all those lovely things you've heard on the radio and, I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.
You deserve something you don't have to question.
You deserve to be with someone who is sure about you.
Someone who looks at you everyday with the realization that you are everything they need.

In all my life
I have never dealt with anything
More difficult than my own soul
So what if I told you
That I'm incapable of
Tolerating my own heart

Their names and
Story are lost
To time but
They clearly meant
The world to someone

I never called
You my cure
But I looked at
You everyday
Like you were
The only reason
I was still alive
And that's
Just not cool

Love is never learned
Until it is lost
It's so hard
To forget pain
But it's even harder
To remember sweetness

We bear no scar
To show for happiness
We learn so little
From peace

I write for you
Of you
Of this nearness to
A life
Our life
And what a perfectly stupid time we could have

We buried ours
And they buried theirs
Then it started all over again

I take drugs
To wake me
I take drugs
To sedate me
I even take drugs
To make me
Not hate me
All these drugs
Have me wondering
Lately what drugs
Ill need for
The things
That await me

I love the sound of music a writer makes with the tip of his pen tapping on his empty glass.
It is how we still keep listening for music in silent moments.
It is how we still look for color in the darkness.
How we feel and care so much that we just might accidentally end up hopeful.

Captivity in
Concrete tanks
Takes away everything
That makes life
Worth living
Everything they
Need to do
They can't do
And everything
They don't
Want to do
They're forced to do

I hadn't yet realized
That growing up
Was all about
Getting hurt
And I've got
Scars that say
I'll never
Really be ok
But when
You think
You're gunna
Die yesterday
Today is sweet

I am happy
With not being
Worth lying to

This is happening
I am here
I am looking at her
And she is so beautiful

We did not ask for
This room
Or this music
But because
we are here
Let us dance

Do you think god
Hides in heaven
Because he too
Lives in fear
Of what he's created?

I open my mouth
And watch as his hand
Moves forward and puts
Some amount of acid
On to my tongue

I'll never know
How much acid
He put on my tongue

But I do know the look
On my friend's faces
Was the look that someone
Would have as they
Were watching
A person fall backwards
Into the Grand Canyon

The magic behind magic
Isn't the illusion
It's that someone
Cared enough to
Create the illusion
For you
The real magic is all
Of the work that
Goes into making
Someone believe that
Magic is real

Love is a lot
Like magic
Two people build
A world
For themselves
And preserve it
At all costs
Together

Only a
Sunny smile
Little it cost
In giving
Like morning light
Scattering
The night
And making the
Day worth living

You seem to alternate
Between viewing your
Own mind as an
Unstoppable force
And as an
Inescapable curse
The only truly
Unapproachable
Concept for you is
That it's your mind
Within your control

Sticks and stones
May break
Your bones
But you've
Never held a
Broken heart,
Have you?

I must've asked him
About a thousand times
"Are you okay?"

And a thousand times
He would say
"Yeah"

Sometimes you just
Don't know
How unhappy
Someone is

I always
Needed more
I always needed
Something else
There was always
Just a missing
Piece to me
Being okay

Those beautiful animals
Were born
They grew and
They were used
For chariot racing
Then suddenly
They died and
Here we are
2000 years later
Marveling at their skeletons

I sent a man to
The electric chair
Awhile back
My arrest and
My testimony

The papers called it
"A crime of passion"
But he told me
There wasn't any
Passion to it
Said he'd been thinking
About killing someone
For as long as
He could remember

Said if they turned him out
He'd do it again
Said he knew
He was going to hell

I don't know what
To make of that
I wont push
My chips forward
And go out and meet
Something I don't understand

A man would have
To put his soul
At hazard

He'd have to say
"Ok, I'll be part of this world"

Fear plays an
Interesting role
In all our lives

How dare we let it
Motivate us,
How dare we let it
Into our
Decision making,
Into our
Livelihoods,
Into our
Relationships

It's funny, isn't it?
We take a day
Each year
To dress up
In costumes
And celebrate fear

I was never
Afraid of
Anything before
You showed up
All of a sudden
I loved you
And that
Was terrifying

I find it so easy
to think poetically
of the world
as one giant beach

On it in which
all of us stand
and wait for
the clouds of radiation
to roll in

To resign ourselves
to the disaster
on the horizon
because that's the direction
inertia carries us

It is easier—
at least for some—
to imagine learning to die
than learning to fight

I will not wish the time away
But when it's time to go
I hope I wake up on that day
And never get to know
I hope I leave a thousands lives
Improved and without strife
And so I hope the end arrives
Amidst the joy of life

This is the great trial
Of being alive
Right now

It is necessary
for all of us
to view ourselves
accurately
in the pre
Apocalypse

And yet
because of this
it is also
absolutely vital
to imagine
and work
and dream
of a world
that is different