Words can hurt as much
As stone or stick wether said
Or when left unsaid

Deaths head hangs low
as she cannot bear to see
the youthful smiles
she must usher into the dark
unknown kingdom beneath her robes
and what angel can sing
after such a senseless tragedy
if only the hearts of men
were moved by love
instead of ruled by greed

The memory  last
No matter how long or short
The moment does not

You have captured my heart and imagination
And set my world on fire
Every new word I read
Every new picture I see
Cause the flames and my love to grow wilder
You are in my every thought
My every dream
My every wish
The fire growing ever wider
The love pulling me ever deeper
May my imagination and heart never break free

Then there's that kiss, with your lips locked, your limbs entangled, and you find yourself lost outside of it all and you find each other in a place without legs or arms or bodies and your souls continue to kiss and you get lost in time and you stop time and time loses all the meaning and there is nothing there but love, love and that kiss

Love is the reason
And pain is the season
And time is always leaving
And even in poems
Leaves can't stay golden
But in the eyes of cats
If you belive in that
Time is eternal
And pain is the reason
Love  is always in season

I'm just waiting...
Waiting here at the ends of time
Watching the last flower bloom and fade
Watching the last apple fall from a lonely tree
Watching the lakes go dry and the fish gasp for air
Watching the waves recede and turn to rock and sand
Watching the sharks and whales loss life and home
Watching mountains scream and bear and beast starve and cry
Watching the last cloud change shape and twist and dissipate
Watching the sky fall and horizon shake and earth quake
Watching the last star take its final breath
Watching the moon give up its poems and its ghosts
Watching the sun go quietly out as we witness the death of flames
Watching the universe crumble and fade to dust and ash
Watching god pack his bags and the devils tearful goodbye
Watching it all end
Everything going and gone
Nothing left
Just waiting and watching
Waiting for that one thing
I am suppose to do
And I'll be here waiting
In the dark
And the cold
And the void
Of it all
My heart
Beating
Alone
The last flame
That refused
Deaths wish
Still
Burning
After its all gone
Waiting
And
Waiting
...
..
...
For loves
Return
And you

Its quite and its dark and its cold here
And I'm so afraid
I'm afraid I can't make you happy
The way you make me happy
And I keep getting stuck in the silence
Wanting to say that one thing
That one thing that can either build a kingdom
Or wreck one apart
You've done nothing but paint a smile on my face
You've made my dreadful boring days
Beautiful and rich
And I don't know how to repay your kindness
For shining your light into my dark life
I know you didn't do any of these things intentionally
I know you never expected this to happen
Neither did I
And now here I am dying to tell you what you already know
The words that my heart sings
The words that echo in my soul
Their burning in my gut
Their making my throat bleed
And their scaring me
Because I'm afraid I'm going to die if I say them
And Im afraid I'm going to die if I don't say them
But most of all I'm afraid if I do say them
They won't make you happy
And what good are they if they don't make you happy
But I just need to say them at least this one time


*I

  Love


    You...

And its another night that I don't want to
  go home
I just want to sit on the moon and cry for
  awhile...

Broken but still beautiful
This heart of mine
That still loves you

Angels of death and sorrow
Hold open the doors
At elementary dead
Where children become martyrs
For the pride of men
Who cannot let go
Of their precious right
To arm themselves
To **** with speed and efficiency
And pockets lined with greed
Are more important
Than your hearts right to beat

Please lay down in your coffin
If you must, you can scream
Don’t worry it will only hurt
Until you are dead
We will wash off all your blood
and dress you in your Sunday best
Then bury you under earth
and false promise
With your dreams
Stolen we know too soon
Tell lies in guise of prayers
And then forget your name
So we don’t feel guilt or shame

Back to brush and paint
For inspiration calls me
To dreams of your heart

She taught the sun how to rise
how to warm the day
how to fill the day with light

she taught the birds how to fly
how to turn the breeze
into a song
how to spread joy through the world

she taught the moon how to smile
through the darkness
how to sing sweet soft lullabies
how to comfort our dreams

and she taught our hearts
how to beat
how to dance
how to live
and most importantly
how to love

Tell me your secrets and I'll hold your hand
  and never let go
Tell me your fears and I will slay every demon
  until you're no longer afraid
Tell me your vices and I will indulge your every
  pleasure and sin
Tell me what to say next
Tell me if I should beg
Tell me if I should sing
Tell me if I should cry
Tell me is it time to let this dreaming
  die
But that is something I couldn't do
If you so command it
I would return with a false heart in my hand
And send this dream off to hide
And blossom and bloom
In a field of your flowers
In never never land

He saw her again
  the girl who wasn't
    the imaginary one
she slowly sauntered
  through the fading
    of a dream
     to the other side
   and sat quietly
     at the end of his bed

Smiling like the Grinch
  perfect dimples at both ends
   of her sugar red lips
eyes as full as the moon
  ready to ******
she never said a word
  out loud
but spoke in perfect clarity
  to his heart

“What a strange joy we find
  in the need to love”

She stood and wandered
  from here to there
soft as a ghost
   she stopped at his bookshelf
running her fingers
  down the spine
   of the books
pausing from time to time
  to pull one out
   flip through the pages

     stop

    and read for a moment

sometimes laughing

sometimes sighing

sometimes hiding a brief sob

He laid under the cover
  of his blanket and sheets
    careful to be motionless
      fearing any movement
       would cause her to vanish
      from sight and memory

as if she heard his thoughts

  and perhaps she did

    she turned and smiled

“What good are our eyes
  when we look at the things
    only our hearts will remember
   and are memories anything more
     than dreams of things
       that once were
    played infinitely on the repetition
  of the waves crashing at the edge
and shores of Oceans End?”

She turned back to the books
  tilting her head
   continuing her ritual
she would occasionally turn
  fireworks bursting in her eyes
   show him the book
     she had freshly picked
       from the crowded shelves
      and then bring it to her chest
        right over her heart
         and hug it tightly
her impossibly wide smile
  growing somehow wider
she nodded with approval
  before turning
    and placing it back
      in the crowd

He didn’t know if
  it was night or day
   or how long he
    had been laying there
     watching her skim over
       pick up
        and read through
        book after book
       he tried to stop himself
      from thinking about
   the reality of things
of how she was

    the girl who wasn’t

     the one he imagined

when his heart was
  at the verge of feeling

     too lonely

     for too long

when he feared that
  the comforts of solitude
    would become...

      uncomfortable

And on cue she replied
  to the thoughts
   he meant not to think...

“Silly silly boy....
   who imagined who
     was it me or was it you...
    go back to sleep
   and when the stars
  have time again to dream
I will see you
  as you will see me...
    never more and nothing less
       than some imagined dream”

She hugged one last book
  and placed it tenderly back
   smiled as warm as the noon day sun
    paused at the bathroom door
      resisting the urge to turn around
       and see her empty bed

“who imagined who...”
she laughed at herself
looked at her reflection
in the mirror
faked a smile
an impossibly wide smile
and started to hum

“Somewhere”

and stepped into her shower
thinking to herself

someday...

someday...

And though it may never be real
it may never come true
I can dream of you
and find a place
of perfect love
an eternity of bliss
where I hold all of heaven
in my hands
as I find all of heaven to be
living and breathing in your heart
and in all this ache
in all this longing
what pain could I not bear
to be able to love you
even if only in dreams

love...

what else in this world
in this life
in our short existence here

tell me
what else makes
any of this worthwhile

how many illusions do we chase
how often do we uselessly spend our time
running endlessly as if time has no end
leaving today unused as we wait
for tomorrow to become
another tomorrow
yet always leaving tomorrow
as empty as we left today

is your heart just keeping
a dead carcass alive
is it just beating to push
stagnant blood through your veins
what moved you today

was it love

or did you just go through the motions

what purpose did your breath have
what did you breath in
what did you exhale

was it love

or was it just a waste of breath

love is as simple
as a flower blooming
a child scrapping their knee
a leaf aged and falling from a tree
an ant marching
and it is always there
but somehow we leave it
unnoticed on the sun rays
we fail to smell it
cooling on our windowsills
to feel it in the marrow
of our own bones

how often do we deny it
do we deny it from ourselves
do we turn from it in fear
fear of its beauty
fear of its pain
fear of its fragility

its vulnerability

when will we learn
that in this world
in this life
in our short existence here

it is the only thing
that makes it all worthwhile

I can see how poorly
you have been sleeping
maybe your need a new mattress
one with more foam
and less memory

or maybe its the blanket
you have weaved
out of the ghosts
you can’t stop yourself from haunting
maybe its time to make a new one
from the days you
haven’t lived through
the nights you haven’t dreamt of
the names you haven’t spoken
the days you could walk
through doors instead of walls
the nights you could walk
with your hands empty
of your rattling past

maybe its the pillows heavy
with the salt of tears
filled with oceans
maybe your head would stop
drowning in its sleep
if you slept on something safer
something lighter
maybe let the past
sink in its own wreckage
use those old pillows as tombstones
at the bottom of the sea
you can’t forget
but you can let go of

let go

let go

and lets go to sleep

Time falls backwards
and we are lost
and we are weary
and the ignorance of pride
over flood the streets
and there is no peace
among those with hate
in their hearts
and they can burn torches
and spread violence
but we will stand our ground
until we bleed to death
and we will stand hand in hand
and protest until our final breath
but we will not back down
because we cannot back down
we must strive forward
hand in hand and heart to heart
for were hate goes
only blood will spill
their children's
and our children's
we will only survive
and set time right
by walking hand in hand
brother to brother
to sister to sister
to father and mother and child
with our hearts to our hearts
and I'm not proud
so I will beg
please...
before it's too late...
let love rule

I dreamed I was lost among a thousand trees
And the Leaves were speaking through the breeze
And their voice was familiar and warm
And they spoke as if singing a song
And they told of a thief who stole the most beautiful heart
And they whispered of the splinters he had left in its place
And they warned of the danger of feeling as if there is nothing to feel
And I tried to speak back but all I could do was stand there and tremble
Their beautiful words filled with such anguish they brought forth my own tears
And I was helpless to help
I would catch this thief and return the heart if I only knew where he hid
I would burn every splinter and heal every wound
I would comfort these Leaves
But even in this dream their branches are just out of reach

I am the unwritten dictionary definition
  of damaged goods
I have so much baggage
  that I lose the airport
there isn’t a single spot on my heart
that doesn’t have a stitch or a scare
I have become so comfortable
in my solitude
that I no longer remember
what it feels like to be lonely

how absurd is it to feel lonely
nearly eight billion people on the planet
and yet we can feel so isolated
and disconnected from one another
that we dare let our hearts
be taken hostage by loneliness

that we let the breath
of the moment be stolen
let words die in our throats
before they leave our mouths
as if we had nothing to say

to each other

to our selves

self inflected wounds caused by
the doubts we plant
in the dying gardens of our own minds
happiness nothing but a wooden quote
framed and hanging on our walls
mocking us
laughing at us

love nothing but a mask
so we can feel normal
sitting side by side
while our hearts drift
farther and farther apart

form each other

from our selves

how often does the past
****** the present
how much damage does yesterdays pain
carry into today

when will I let go of the names and the ghosts
that steal what might be joyful
when will I let it all burn down to cinder and ash
and exhale all of the smoke
that is nothing more than regret and fear

when will I take back today

when will I rewrite my own definition

of who i am

who I want to become

who will I be when this body
is lowered into the ground

someone too afraid
to have lived

too afraid
to have loved

or someone who had lived
someone who had loved

will death notice my departure
or will I have been dead
before I had died

how long will I let my solitude
be so comfortable
that I forget to feel lonely

Loving someone has never felt so good
Being in love has never been so beautiful
My sleepy tired eyes
Never so awake
My beating aching heart
Never so alive
My sad lonely soul
Never smiling as widely
Love has never felt as good or been as beautiful
As it is loving you

she reads out loud
the works of Shel Silverstein
between dusk and dawn
and knew a thing or two
about a tiger
and a mischievous little boy
and she could make him blush
from the inside out
yet they were never
in the same place
at the same time
planets apart
ghosts haunting different hearts
in different houses
soft spoken whispers
of silk poetry
lining the hours of longing
drifting in and out
with the moonlight
lips that only kissed
in fiction and rhyme
little white lies of lily's
scattered between the stars
sweet cherry dreams
of imagined sin
and somewhere in places
that don't exist
in times that never where
and never would be
there was a love
as only love can be
between the words
of fairies dreaming
and heavens falling
as she reads out loud
the works of Shel Silverstein

To write, To dream
To let your pen do the screaming
And there's so much to yell about
So many dark little secrets
Slithering discreetly along
The many fat folds of
Our bloated greedy society
And they try to tell us we're free
But can't you feel the
Weight of your chains?

No breath can I take
Without your love in its grasp
Inhale and exhale