It is love
Only love
When
You
Hear echoes of
Pain and Pleasure

Bounce from

Wall to Wall

Into

Eternity

The
Nice thing
About wine
Is that

It

Never
Gets
Stale.

If it sits
All night in the glass,
It'll still taste
Like you just poured it.

And if you've got
The pleasure of nipping at it
In

The morning,

Consider yourself lucky:

To wake up
These days
Is either a

Gift or

Coal.

That's
The short
And
Long of it.

We make it
Until
We break it.

There's not
Much else
To

It.

The snap
Is either
Two things:

The mind
OR
The body.

If it be the mind
The mind will
Carry the body until
The body decides to
Collapse

If it be the body first,
Then let it be,
Say your prayers,
Because the body
Stands no chance
To the strains
Of

Mother Earth.

Make do
Until
You are through.

Create
Until
You cannot do and do
True

Every
Person seeks

Salvation.

Many ask.

But,

The ones who earn it,

They,

Are the ones who are remembered.

Ten little dead mice
Sitting next to a dead men's neck
I see you swearing a word to your mothers
Oh' I see you swearing to you dear old father's
We'll make out way out west
When the time seems best
I'm the best love of your life babe
Never take me short for a ****

I'm the last best man
Of a the first to be best wedding
See me standing near the street car
All you've got, he said, are your years.
I looked the other when he continued to say,
Everything I did was always going to be...

OK.

A prayer naked between waterfalls
Echoing while they flow with laughter
Into clouds all can see except
You and I

Oh' Holy Madness

Oh' Holy Segregation

Oh' Holy Placement

Of one's life's work where we think
Our work is supposed to be.

Dead energy is the same
As Death

Itself.

A fair breath
Never breathes twice.
Let the wind take
My lies and my truth.

Both deserve the same breeze.

And
When I wake,
If I wake,

Let me see the same light
As all the others
Who are able to wake as I.

Though,
Seeing light,
Does not mean,

One,

Is lit by it.

Let me
Heal beyond
What
I can do
For myself

I see a dead river
She sings
A forgotten tale

We are young.
How young?
Where will we be
When
We are old?
Who we will wish
To see?

Am I always dancing on questions of old
And
New?

Am I
The questioning man?

Let no role be
Personified.

Let no role be
Encompassed.

Let no legend ever
Be
Fulfilled.

I'm the last riddle of
The
Puzzle
Of
The saying that proves
That you two
Are
In love.

I'm,
The,

Last Resort.

Sad
Eyed

Pretty of

The Highlands;

You make the beauty of the hills sing;

You make the misery of the world sing.

I can recall a moment when
I became you and you became me.
We walked within each others shoes
We laughed; we danced; we enjoyed

Each others other loves.

And then the clock bell rang,
And we were beckoned back to our former selves.

We listened to the wake of the crossing river,
Hitting the rocks and the shore lines of trunks,
Meeting the shores and the winds weak meet of their effort,
An aggressor if we could have met them, face to fcace
Mace to mace

We stay what we are
Until we perish,
Leaving nothing,
But our vanished bodies but our
Everlasting

Memories.

It is
A fair trade
For
Her

And

I.

For what am I
Without
Her?

But,
What is her
Without
I?

Why,
Must there,
Be a question,
At

All?

Maybe equality stems
From
Dependencies.

Is War
Dependent
On

Faith?

Ha.

Of course

It

Is.

The only solution
Man will resolve their
Trivial conflicts is through

Complete

Annihilation or

Complete

Integration.

The later is impossible
Until we evolve outside of

Ourselves.

We still live within the cave.

Ten years
From now
We'll be walking beneath
A sheet of
Tailored stars

All it takes here is a little bit of water
And a little bit of love

I can't tell her how I feel
I can't do all that is well

Sad echo rotates through the caves
And the moons sides
All that can be one can

Collide

See me
There - where?
On the other
Side.

I'm a tall tale
Telling you the truth
Is no truth.

That all that was
Was but a myth of the
Mouth;

A myth of the word.

But who says
The myth
Is
Not one to

Follow?

One to believe in?

It's an alright sin.
When you believe in her.
It's man's fault.
Let it be.
Forsake the sacrifice of your own minds

Thoughts.

I'm a taken lady.
Nothing makes her amazed.
At last we are awoken;
At last we are seeing the broken stars
Of yesteryear;
At last,

We are the children

Men

Dream about.

In turn take the burn
On the other side of what
She promised silently

I'm a naked ruin
Without a whisper -
Without a name
That was ever mentioned

Could I be
Without reflection?
Could I be without a
Name
You'd
Recognize?
Could I be
Someone
You've never
Seen?

All talent derives
From experience and
Chance.

Let dreams
Be the basis
That they
Are.

I'm awakening
To a deafening
Cry.

As soon as the bible
Nodded her head to me
And promised, "Everything
Was going to be ok."
I told myself

Never

To listen again'.

A dank river slithers through the forefront of my mind
A soft silence wrinkles through the curls of forgotten time
Let her be a memory of what you thought love was supposed to be
Let her be a stitch in a heart that used to be we

I'm a shy pale front
Of forgotten noise and bile
Tom has seen every noise
Heard every mile

Rhapsody blues
Crimson Sue
Let me take you
Near the tombs
Where only the river
Bends
For you.

There that rapid souls
Scream and careen,
Asking for forgiveness,
Asking for love,
Asking for things
God cannot give.

We make our choices
In life and in death

We must live with them.

Never forget a face.
Never forget a face.
Never forget a face.

Never forget a choice.

All that is holy
Is within

You and Joyce.

Take the last nod:

She does as to you.
Pointed a' weapon
Near to you.

An' there we stand,
Neath' fiery land.
A place where soul and heart
Are no partner but

Foe;

A place where man and woman
Forever

              Stand.

I'm a simple man,
With

Un-simple needs.

Give me wood of gold and
Saw dust of sand.
Give me jokes that weight tons
And what-nots
That resemble toys.

I cannot whimper
When there are
No more
Clouds
To cry for.

See the black sea.
See how it spreads.
It's like
A lost lovers bed.
A husband inside.
No words

Said.

I'm wondering
What he said to you.
I'm wondering
Why now
Your'e so goddarn' blue?
Was one an' one three?
Or was one an' one two?

Every mystery I've seen
Has had a face.
Be it colored magenta, maroon, or
Purple blue.

You tell me what I should believe
And I'll make believe it
For you.

Take last place.

Take first.

Take whatever
Place they
Give you.

That's never
How
It is.

How you
Say it is and
I
Know
It is.

Sounds
Like a
Bumpersticker.

So soon the fragile child made his way to the
Lost river of the forgtten souls of what she knew
I made my way there ok I did
And that's when I saw she was neath' souls below mine

I'm a taken man, I said.
I'm a sealed one.
She laughed with a grin,
Oh, you are the holy one, she said,
Oh, you are the holy son.
What could I do? I thought.
What could I say?
What could I pray but to the sun
Above and the moon
Below.

An old woman by the name of gray
Pleads she has something to say.
Her hair is made of licorice
And her skin is made of gold
But her eyes only show
Something
That can never be told

Sick son
By the river
Near the sun
I'm with you here
Can't you hear?

Take my hand
I am yours
As you are mine

Don't be scared near me
Away from me

I am your father
As you are my son
Even when I
Am not and am not

Either and each.

Each and or.

Her and him.

Him and Her.

Neither and nothing.

Yelling my name she says its true
And I say, It is! It is! It is!
And,
Up we go,
Up the stairs away from
Her and myself,
Away from

Myself.

Away from
What

I created and towards

What

I've yet

To become.