Sometimes the tales of a mind become too hard to read
When the whispers get too loud-too piercing
Everything that seems to be true
Everything that seems to be tangible
Vanishes
Hides
Hiding is to cope
But her eyes puncture the soul
Her soul interrupts the flesh
It exposes the innards
And this is why the fright will stay
So scared of what is real

I can sit here looking through the glass
Waiting for a figure to appear as time tends to pass
The walls upon the foundation will forever stand tall
But the outsiders yearn for the to fall
Can I ever understand the insides of this house?
Pondering over this last cigarette
I wait for the arouse
For the secrets that only catch glimpse from movement
When I see laughter, maybe there is pain
When I see loss, maybe there is actually gain
This mystery we all perceive as just intruders strolling by
Never to be solved
Never to be completely hidden
Even to them-As they wonder
We too will never know what was written.

Something in the depths of my soul, takes me far to a place I've never known
The rushing heart beat ceases to stop on this open road
Breezing with the cool wind against my face
The trees and tall fields dance upon its grace
The fragrance of the sky
The taste of all the long summer nights gone by- Moon filled
Dazed stars whisper sweet melodies to my ear
Singing so, only those who listen can truly hear
Translating the distance into each ticking second
Filled with hope-with wonder as I roll on
Seeking a home in which to cherish will not be enough
To cherish a place without life
Without love
Without purpose
Only causes one to run
And so I continue on journeys path
Until my day comes
The day of fulfilled knowing,
Where I belong.

The peace that trickles through my warm veins
I sit perched upon the gravestone
Smoothly filled with memories I will never know
With faces of loved ones eroding every letter, Engraved in every name
I never feel alone with the spirits of the dead
Why do people fear them so
Each life underground is a mystery,
Every stone within the casket, buried
I am surrounded my centuries
Maybe a few days
Maybe a couple weeks
Maybe a a hundred years
Such beautiful history
Counting the dead flower pedals
I lay quietly- assurance of the life that still abides in me.

//She was sitting alone, booth number twelve, sipping on room temperature coffee. Hand cupped around her chiseled chin as she gazed off into distant thoughts. And just for a second as I peered at her lonely silhouette through the diner window spotted in a damp condensation, I debated my decision to walk through the door. But as the bell in the corner rang with the swift sway of my push, she looked up and gave a slight dimple side smile. I sat. She spoke//
"It felt better than good in that moment of time.
Those words that were only spoken in deceit.
The two beating hearts that touched were so convincing.
Quivering over hands that weren't meant for me to hold, or to let wander.
Vulnerability of incandescent lust is what it was.
Purging passion with marks of disdain ran up and down my neck.
I sat in an alley last night filled with dumpsters, dirt, old brick walls, and the red glowing **** of my cigarette only to reminisce on what is not at a hands distance anymore.
Awakening in the terror of a fantasy is worse than facing day to day reality."
//As I traced my finger around the old rings on the table she threw back what was left of her coffee, grabbed her oversized umbrella and headed out the door. The ring of that bell gave me haunted chills. I would never see her again//