the misty raindrops collect on
the glass in front of me
as they dance across the windshield
I let my eyes blur

the out of focus somehow brings things far more into clarity
as the streams of drops connect in ways that I couldn't envision
I noticed the patterns
seem all-too-familiar

Noticing...
this thing that happens when mindless chatter stops
when all the blurry lines connect,
can I actually see?

Stars (vibrant fragrance of light)
Follow me on a path
Made of stone and memories
(Some of which are forgotten
But for the road and flowers)
To the Unknown in this darkest
Time of black blue sky
(The moon a slender smear
Painted across the universe)
Torches cold left me blind
Gently without a sound
(Air heavy falling upon the land
Watching and waiting its time)
A star or the tip my cigarette
Implying the dark in vein
(In vein words all which were said
And done and timely executed)
Barefooted the souls of my feet
Hard walking on a cold ground
(Blood shed by sharpening stones
Black on black in ravishing dark)
No milestones to show me the way
(No way at all in this night
Until morning calls for light)
I'm heading to and from the point
In the world that I do no know
But slowly patiently humbly
I'm moving on from nowhere to
Nowhere
From you to you

I keep stumbling over fallen bits of the moon on the sidewalk, tonight
Taking away from its fullness and capability of reflecting day old sunlight
The sun is too angry for my liking and it takes away from my happiness

The bark from the trees is falling off to spell out my direction
And every leaf has blown the same way to make sure I follow
Little do they know, I am a leader
And I can't be told what to do

A whispered voice upon the breeze tells me it's sorry,
But the apology lands upon the dirt quite far away from me
I doubt I heard that properly
But I have a decent enough imagination to fill in the blanks

196 lb
average male weight
ego not included

156 lb
average female weight
although one spoken sentence hits like a ton of bricks

20 lb
unsaid words,
searing, left in your throat

10 lb
“It won’t happen again”
guns for vocal chords

40 lb
a dead car battery

25 lb
for every bullet he left inside her spirit

a scale says 167 pounds
body mass measured
heavy heart unaccounted

19.30 g
roughly the weight of a wedding ring
she’s seen three removed from three different fingers

1.5 g
enough for six rotations
enough to feel zero

1.5 oz
enough for a shot
take six to feel a hundred

10 million tons
the weight of a star

10 million tons
the thought of her

we are loaded
dense
filled

made-to-break
paper-made
carbon-bounded
­heart-strung
fire-resistant

the weight we carry is not the
numbers on the scale
we are much more than the pounds we gain
the aches that we hold
the tears that did not fall

living with a hallowed heart does not make it any less heavier

these light words were not meant for these paper limbs
gravity could care less

we are pressured
felt
squeezed
until broken
forevermore

built strong
lasts shortly
bulldozed by just one fallowed swoop
we are demolished

you could build your vessel as ravenous and as merciless as you can
only to be held down by the world
we are defied

measured
counted
hated
loved
we are