Hiding under the water
just makes it easier
to float back up again

Age is not a number to be thrown around,
nor does it represent the number of years lived,
It measures the memories made
and the memories
yet to come

My mind was lost long ago
My soul was ripped from my body
My heart fails to beat
I can change it
But,
I do not want to

Like a shadow from its body, I drift
Like a rotting tree, dead
Like a cold winter breeze, unwanted
Clinging on to a lengthening rope
Fading away into the night

Life fails me
Death fails me
I am in between

I am nothing but a mere shell of myself
I am nothing.

I am Apart

A snippet of peripheral
caught in your vision
a sudden movement
a sudden incision

So, dear reader, if you may
do not let your quick sight sway
For if you blink, you will miss
A tiny drink of sudden bliss

Lock your eyes on the hunt
Stare straight through
though, do not stop;
It is like you

A shadow of darkness
brought to light
something so obvious,
something so bright

A tiny thing moves
you stop and stare,
Your imagination plays
under your hair

Housing the worlds problems on one shelf
and beauty in the next,
Thousands of pages yet,
one whole
Millions of thoughts yet,
one brain
All coming together to make different,
intricate story lines that are housed in
My heart

As if each of us
are bricks
we must join together to
stay strong,
using our
strengths as
cement
to build the
wall of
Life

A splatter of paint on a dark canvas
a light in the darkness,
between his eye and the stretch of fabric
lies empty, undying air,
waiting to be filled.
His mind catches the smallest detail,
almost forgotten,
Mind and hand correct fluently
The strokes of his brush lie, dead,
already served their purpose
their short lives ended
His mind calculates the slightest possibility
he stops short, thoughts cross his path
filling the air between,
he feels his piece,
alive again.
He continues on,
a smile flickering across his face
crinkled eyes softly gleaming,
Repeating.
The softest glance
reapplying their technique
Again.

once
the
Stars
are
reduced
to
Ashes
truly,
every
single
thing
will have meant
Nothing

...

Though, its love
its joy
its everything
will
live on
in the vast darkness,
a ripped sail

without a
strong wind

to rip
it
Apart

Sitting, watching, waiting,
the waves roll by
But a haze in the sky,
bags like jellyfish, patches like whales,
accumulating, discombobulating,
But a haze in the sky,
choking, killing,
maiming the sea,
slaughtering by the dozens,
But a haze in the sky,
simple to do,
hard to fix,
but a mere crew
could do the tricks,
But a haze in the sky,
Something, I fear,
could **** the earth,
the tumbling mirth,
and all that is here,
Something, I fear,

Alas,
But a haze in the sky

I can't stop thinking about you,
your eyes dictated my every move
your face plastered against the moon
trying to forget you,
failing,
you're taking over,
gently gripping my mind,
rebuilding my heart,
clouding my vision,
poisoning my veins,
walking through me.
Your name is burned into my thoughts,
Your voice calls to me,
Forgetting everything
but,

You

Drifting on the horizon
waiting to pass beyond
into what no one knows,
Anchored to the ground
in search of the clouds so far above,
though, looking past those clear mountains
blue lakes aflow,
I see all to be told
all to be seen
all to be heard,
and I wonder
if one day,
I can best those mountains,
swim in those lakes,
and cross over
the horizon...

Through the cracks
the whips
the black
and white
no place to be
no medium,
set free
I get no sleep
governed by the
hollow giants above

Though there is a rainbow of colours around us,
we choose to discriminate between our race.
As we do this
we come to realize
that the only race on earth,
is man

Tears flowing
down my face,
dripping through
the cracks,
seeping down the drains.
The puddles I step in,
the rain on my back,
the lightning that strikes.
Water collecting in the gutters,
pooling in the streets,
drowning the sewers,
sinking deep into the earth,
cooling my core.
All in all, resetting,

Starting,
Again

Darkness touching
All surfaces,
Reawakening the stars,
Knocking on the floor of heaven

Death is merciful
As a shadow
it swoops through
the body, taking
the grateful soul
of its shell
to thrive
immortally
in the precious
bonds
of heaven

Hearts are like Doors,
Once they are opened,
they can never close.

The darkness enveloped
me, suffocated me,
connected me
The light died
and I was
trapped
in between
reality and fiction,
life and death

It was beautiful,
terrifyingly beautiful as it
spun out dreams that
fluttered like cobwebs
in the crushing darkness,
intertwining me
with the shadows

I screamed but no one heard me
I thrashed but no one saw me
I felt no one
No one...
Forever

a
a v
a vo
a voi
a voic
a voice
A Voice
Alone
Totally Alone

As I lie in wake
my body wedged between consciences,
I dream a dream like no other,
a dream of sadness,
of happiness,
a dream of fear,
of peace,
yet, I lie

Awake

And backwards
my dreams take,
through cobbled streets and ally ways,
backyards and worn trails
effects spiralling between realms, consciences
I cannot tell though

as I lie
wondering when sleep borrows
my soul
though a watered down death
one that reverses,
giving life,
forwards, backwards
concealed beneath
the darkness

I lie,
awake

Together
in front of computer screens
Separated
Yet Emotions
still, course through
our keyboards

Warmth fills my shell
my heart has been lit
like a firework
awaits something more
like an everlasting explosion
trying to find the key
my arms stretch out
as if to grasp the horizons
and pull them closer to me
finally free
the source of perpetual motion
(metaphorically)
... Free

No one calls my name anymore
the flowers turn from me
the sun sets before me

The weight of the earth on my shoulders
crushing me
I turn,
Nothing

I am shunned by everything
Loved by nothing
I am nothing
nothing
or,
so they say

Hidden lakes of emotion
Waiting to be condensed
and run in streams
clinging to a rock face
behind the mind's eye

The future as your tomorrow
yesterday's future today
But do not let today
become tomorrow's yesterday
(keep it today tomorrow)

With your emotions
reach out and be connected

for we all are candles
joined together

Burning brighter with
the heat of love, life, and laughter

Reach out

and Feel

For even the moon must join the sun
to be recognized

Squeaking of a pully
                rips the night in half
  and a rope is hoisted up
                        I watch the dew evaporate
the grass made green
                          and the trees blow in blinding solar wind

A dampened tree
raindrops falling
the grass grows

When the stars fall down from
the sky, I am left standing, holding
onto the only piece of hope that is you,
I am falling for everything
Gaining nothing,
all, in part,
For You

I give my heart,
my soul,
my life,
You have blinded me like
the firey column that
you are, entrancing my senses,
numbing the pain,
for that,
everything.

Everything,
For You

Infinite
whispers
of snaking
cord
either
hold me
up or
strangle me
dead
knots tied
to tight
cannot be
removed
irreversible
cement
strangling
though,
if broken
you
will
fall

Summer breezes
through the calm
crowded streets
the setting sun

I am the lights that illuminate
the still water
the gleaming frescos
like precious jewels

the artist painting madly
capturing the calm scene
through his chaotic eyes

smells of fresh bread
hooking tourists by the noses
dashing into the shops

cobblestone ally
soft lamp light
luring, calling,
to the worthy passerby

Everyone is gone.

the moon scouring
the street with the stars
not a mortal to be seen
though no one is there,
their pleasure still lingers,
sweetly calling into the night

The deeper you dig the holes in my heart,
the higher my pile of love grows
so that I may reach up
and skim the skies
of Heaven

I can't make the dollars
but, I can make sum cents

Mist entrails
the softly glowing peaks
snow-capped windless bails
down thro' the din
the soft-lit halls proclaim
that shall no one tame
the voice of the mountain hame.
Let fear tremble
and sorrow resemble
The one you have come to see
tho' one shall be
Undisturbed,
Unperturbed
let the sounds softly ring
let your spirits softly sing
let the angels softly wing,

In The Hall
Of The Mountain King.

Someday, I will be gone,
frolicking within the bonds of heaven,
But, I tell you, I will wait,
Where the sky meets the earth,
I will meet you
Where the sidewalk ends,
we will begin,
Where the sun sets,
I will be there,
holding the door of heaven
open for you
For I am lost and shall be found
As I shall not see the face
of God before you do,
For I will be with you,
one day.

I Will Be Waiting,
For You

Where others see labels,
I see you.
Judgement only goes so far,
Love goes on forever

Love 
                                               for              you
                                            ­is                      rinse
                                   ­         and                 repeat,
                            ­                  just                  the
                     ­                             way              I
                 ­                                       like  it

Forgotten bottle sits upon
chilled coster so long ago
in a couple of hours
Radio still plays hits
circulating through a long-dead heart
VIII, so it seems.
Key clicks,
five soldiers fall
into pre-drilled foxholes,
letting their guard down for only a second
to long,
just like any day though not
so much
head wrapped in a cocoon
never opening
to let the butterfly emerge,
more like suffocating it.
The very thing bringing new life
dies
Hoping for a new day of sunshine and rain
and telling my left from my right


...

wait,
foot or hand?

...

Love the world
and it will provide for you,
Love the flowers
for they will gift you,
Love the stars
for they will guide you,
Love the moon
for it will listen to you,
Love the sun
for it will watch over you,
Love the fire
for it will warm you
Love the rain
for it will bathe you
Love everything,
for it will
Love You

My eyes reveal
the soft dust particles
floating on beams of light
playing on the cracked,
vined bricks,
Flowering on waves along the wall,
conveying on the stretch of broken stone,
winding on the bubbled pains to the wooden frames
natural blinds serving their purpose
my eye flitting to the top of the wall
a forest, growing
into the light.