i hide behind shades of shame
& **** on the names / under the gun now
and praying for rain.

The year is 2095.
Religion is black and gold.
Reciting prayers are now the only way you can sleep, and all the conversations you had with others that never involved moving your mouth,
and I believe people smoke cigarettes because there is a salvation in being able to stop parts of you from growing that do not know how to do anything else. It occurred to me that we make everything before we even see it, and that is how extensive beauty spreads, it exists without acknowledgement, yet it is always there.

I woke up without my senses, not knowing the flavor of the string which holds these
linnens afloat on the laundry
of life's backyard, but I know it was where it was supposed to be, as most things are.
I do not believe in phantoms but I believe that when asking questions, there is always a response.
The world answers you back every time, and although
I have yet to understand the dust found between its proverbs that
I assume was beaten out of old rugs and woven from cobwebs.
What else is there?
I am constantly torn between being lost and being alive and looking for the difference.
Constantly torn between loving where you live, and trying to become
I found so many ways to be, that I never spent the time looking for ways to understand.

the cost of happiness is sorrow
it's a "buy in now, pay for later" deal.
to experience true happiness is also
inevitably to know it's complete absence, "loss", to feel...

a one year anniversary of the death of a man
winter's coming on again.
it's getting colder out,
i stand before you now... beaten down by the wind.

i pack up your pictures and put them away
i wanna play this guitar that you gave to me...

i'll be out late with friends tonight,
and not miss you 'till i'm alone.
i burned everything i ever wrote about you,
deleted your number from my phone...

i'm writing this song now just to get it out.
from your life so easily i was just cut out ..?

wanna just say, "Baby, we had a good run,"
but feel too much loss to act like something was won.

drinkin' tonight at all the places "you and i" will never see..
hangin' out with friends we don't share, so we don't meet..

if i had met you more than a few years ago
i'd say things like "do you like me ? check 'yes' or 'no"

if we'd come across one another a few years down the road
i'd admire your freedom and kind hearted soul

but i've met you in the middle of life
so i say "it" in ways that you know

when i text you "goodnight"
and ask if you're alright
when i hate to hear you sad
and listen to you talk about the day you had
when i curl up to sleep with your photo beside me
how i try to make you laugh, be as silly as i can be
i do all these things, and dream of the day you'll hear me...

saying "i love you" endlessly .

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep:
’Tis happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

’Tis seen in flowers,
And in the morning’s pearly dew;
In earth’s green hours,
And in the heaven’s eternal blue.

’Tis heard in Spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angel’s wing
Bring love and music to the mind.

And where’s the voice,
So young, so beautiful, and sweet
As Nature’s choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Don't know how others do,
but from her, I get rave reviews ;)

See some people, in my opinion, just don't
know how to leave "perfect" alone.
And God bless her. She is perfect... and to her,
I am too.



-our two lonely hearts on completely seperate paths
far between and few crossings periodically over glasses and laughs
-holding in a special sort of love and comfort,  
the times that we spend together, as dreams and fantasies long remembered
-our two wounded hearts, full in so many other ways,
complete "What might have been," playing at house for a few mythical days



Ah, but life moves on, (Shakespere said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow")
we must again forward tread each our own roads "on 'morrow"...
And accept that "Life is what it is" and
[as Woody Allen said] "Whatever Works"


-perhaps this seems to detached of a view to some,
but tell the truth
-don't I count my love?.. [her fair skin, my muse]
does my love less intensify as we part... [unbrused]?
-Our love is good I say,   and shall remain unblemished
because we always say goodbye and part with a kiss, when finished

is not life , and art and their existence in need of some balance.
-As so, our friendship has remained for years by knowing
of Our love... and its limits

The mind is hidden,
Where shadows remain.
Blood is spilled,
Leaving a dark stain.

For the heart,
It can sometimes die.
And tears will fall,
That will never dry.

I am ******,
With both future and past.
To be never forgiven,
For the things I have cast.