I dreamt of her.
I dream of her name and her eyes.
on waking i feel a vague sense of loss and sorrow.
Perhaps its from a past life.
My heart calls out for her,
As though I've always known her.
Yet my head knows I've never met her.
I dreamt of you,*
And woke with tears on my cheek.

How could we expect Righteousness to prevail
When there are none willing to make sacrifices
Such a gorgeous sunny day and i have to go
Yet what does my death matter
If it will incite the masses to rise to action

(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

I saw her beauty by the pool
As wind caressed her cheek

The frawns of a willow tree
Shrouded her mystery

She listened quite intently
To the weeping of the tree

It was almost like it spoke to her
Through softly rustling leaves

Such beauty lay beside the pool
With evening in her hair

I wish i'd known how sad she was
to pass with the autumn air

Now she only lives in dreams
*And will always be there

That day was bitter cold
As the light fled the sky
The wind left streaks in earth
A depth of silence
So deep
You could hear love die
And the silent tears of the heart
Autumns passing bittersweet
And the gentle dreams of dying things

you treat yourself like a wounded animal.
you’re drowning in your own blood,
demons rather.
your wounds fester & rot & your demons escape & drown you.
you don’t know why you got shot or why you deserve such pain.
you don’t know why you got caught in the headlights.
so you wallow in a pool of red, your demons.
as they taint your skin crimson
& leave your soul hollow.
you live life on the ground
because reality’s a hard pill to swallow.
you’re waiting to be put out of your misery.
you want to die, to end it all.
or you’re waiting for someone to come along & pick you up, poor wounded animal.
someone to stop the bleeding, fix up your wounds & make you okay again.
you’re waiting for someone to make you whole.
you’re waiting for someone to stop your demons from drowning you
but you’ll be waiting a lifetime drowning in your demons waiting for someone to throw you a life jacket.
we either wait or we die…
or we save ourselves. the lucky ones, i suppose…
it is said an animal would rather bite its own paw than die in an animal trap.
we who save ourselves, crawl away from the car that hit us. take out the arrow that hit us. bite off the leg that’s caught in the trap so we can survive.
we who wait for someone to save us end up bleeding to death.
& those of us that want to end our misery either do it, or live our entire lives wishing we had.
survival instinct… bite off your paw to save yourself from the animal trap for none can save us but ourselves.

Even though my heart
Is black and blue
The only one who lost
The game- is you.

Told of past dreams that lay deep forever,
True fear is deepest black a shadowed haze around me,
Yet lay it down for a moment so i can sleep easy,
And in the past where beauty sleeps,
Ill rap itself around me,
Though fear is near and black is night,
Ill sleep my baby dear,
So shed a tear the deeps are here ,
But hush my baby dear,
On longest day my way is done ,
The wind will rock your basket.

In the trees weaved through with breeze,
From dusty window watching ,
Last winters wind came blowing in,
And tears did streak the window,
Lightning rends the sky then mends atop the misty mountain,
As rain falls down and hits the ground feeding the desert carpet,
The spring has come the beauty stuns the light glints off the window,
Though i have gone ill still watch on as blooms across the meadow.

I must be moving on my dear,
The dawn is drawing nigh ,
And soon the sun will split midnight from the sky,
Another day some way has come ,
I must be moving on,
Tomorrow night a memory ,
Ill already be gone,
Years go by you wonder why,
I had to move along,
The way leads on,
Long and long ,
I must be moving on.

Sometimes its right,
Sometimes things work out right,
Sometimes the stars align ,
And sometimes the dream dies,
Sometimes you come,
Sometimes you leave,
Sometimes the sun shines,
And sometimes the wind blown leaves,
Sometimes its right,
Sometimes it lasts all night,
Sometimes theres beauty in the moonlight ,
But sometimes we fall ,
Sometimes we shouldn't have come at all,
Sometimes the ugly things are seen,
Sometimes you wake with tears on your face,
And sometimes we die.
Sometimes there isn't a choice,
Sometimes we have no voice,
Sometimes where left behind,
And sometimes we find beauty in our own minds,

Through forlorn eyes i watched days sit on the window,
Ticking of time slipped by,
Through time and time a seed to vine,
It grew above the lintel,
As days went past it grew so vast,
The ivy grew over the door,
From young to old from hot then cold,
We are born in the morning and pass in the evening,
In the great sunset of life,
We may lie and deceive for what we achieve ,
In the end a pillar of sand,
We all make our circles ,
Some large some small,
But in the end its the beauty that we make of it all,
That will step with us into the gentle last goodnight,
As we close our eyes no pain don't cry,
As i die with a gentle sigh my light will slide into the evening.