A smothered cigarette in the ashtray
lingers within the lounge
stirred by a retching cough
as if It wasn't enough

Squeezing the last drop from the bottle
does not go far  enough
like shoving  that needle up in the arm
it brings no calm
as if it wasn't enough

His body aches within her
looking for pleasures
that have left  for pain
it doesn't feel the same
yet it craves
as if  it wasn't enough

reaching for life
with outreached hands
the ghost has left
dying wasn't enough
life goes on
as if it wasn't enough


Each day is an addiction
searching pleasures in pain
for before the  day is over
the night starts
robbing the sun from light
rising on the morning tide
wiping the stars from the sky
making a fool of the night
as if it wasn't enough



In  the ashtray
curls a snake  dressed  in smoke
the dragon comes to claim his own
the bottle fells to the floor
there is no more
unless you ask for more
as if it wasn't enough

Within
the darkness
I found my light,
within the silence
I found my voice -
my true self
I see.

The seed inside the warm soils
Peering up to hug the sunrise
Water and air covers the boil
As it shoots up to the eye

Crawling to the ladders of the Sun
Spreading the wings of green
Digging into the shallow one
To stand taller than ever seen

As decades soared to the skies
It stood as bushes and bark
Sleeping into the land of the rise
Deep inside the dark

I cry under the rain
on a sunny night
my mind seems to forget
the way things played out
how we got here
and how we left

cold silky wetness touching my skin
sending a shiver through every limb
water dripping from my hair down my nose
cold wind through my jacket blows
hiding the tears streaming down my face
covering even the tiniest of space
tear-filled eyes becoming foggy
emotions drench every inch of my body
crying stops with the dissipation of the rain
a sudden downpour and we meet again

If I were you,
I would choose a different vow,
I probably have not left you,
I may have chosen a new way.
to contort your heart,
just left me amazed.
I would have seen the
tears fall off my eyes,
‘cause I murdered a flying butterfly.
These all sound familiar
and the astonishment
just makes me pass by.
I never thought you would be
in so much pain,
a simple acceptance just made you
paralyze.
maybe your death could be
more beautiful than a
Thousand life.

Emptiness. Vast landscape.
Hope, glistens.
Grey clouds
Passers-by.
Emptiness.
Nothing left.
Scrabbling for scraps
In a world Unknown.
Dusk approaches
Dawn rises
And we are reborn.
Not as one, but as whole.

do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on these snow
I am the sunlight-ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain

And when you wake in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

No good for shade
No good for the garden
Harsh light that doesn't fade
No fruits to be laid
For underneath
The roots are all frayed
The leaves they're all rotten
They're good as forgotten
I see it's looming silhouette
sharp
contrast
To the mystical glow of the pale moon
To the cynical lows of our existential gloom
Details eating at my brain with their redundancy
Black clouds as they loom
Patience slivered to a dried prune