Maybe stars aren't meant to be reached. Maybe they are just there to guide you, to light up the darkness of the night.

They may not be beside you, but they are always with you, looking down, watching.

Maybe you are a star yourself.
A star that inspires.
So, keep your head up high, smile, and keep shining.

Drop the rocks
Full-grown pop in the jaw
Bleeding gold
Won't save your soul
Moving again and again and again and again
Until the pacific
Closes behind your back
because criticism smacks
kids out of whack
Morphemes-phonemes again
and again
Given the knowledge
of a recycling bin of
letters

Use them again and again
Won't save your soul
Atom smash logic replaying
and playing before your eyes
Some days it's too much
coal to mine
Mouth covered when you
step in time
Won't make your life
I'm a goner if I can't
stand on the rocks
and if the laundry doesn't burn
If the grim reaper doesn't speak
nonsense words from one
state of consciousness
to the other

Drop the bomb
Call the mob
Stock our shelves
Grow the letters
Feed all those starving
tongues

Let me tell you a story
Once the grim reaper
dressed like an old woman
and bought denture cream
just to know how it feels to
grow old
A human is an animal
Some think an olive is a fruit
A dog is a wolf on the inside
Begging to learn the trick
Speak

Next in line most wait
for straight prose
pinch their noses misguided
Want blood to bleed red
Don't want ideas to smash
their bread
Won't save their minds
from a punch in the gut
Mine closing in their faces
and their Atlantic drowns
shattered glass
encasing words upon words
owned by streams of

Consciousness running
all around
Those nonsense words
running aground
can't swim though all
the world's frowns.

*** and got,
Two examples of naught,
Silent mistreatments around the world,
Holding confusion at heart,
With twists, trifling lists decay,
I slowly find my way,

Outside the base,
Outside the mind,

For the right reasons,
I slowly define,

Girth, gotten,
Pain beneath,
The selective,
Mindless ego

faith in the garden,

that some one will care

tend, the beds, grow rhubarb,

again. a crown is cheap on ebay.

they have made raised beds,

left proper pots littered,

here and there,

an inspiration to some

who pass. a disappointment

for those who seek perfection,

head for disppointment.

buy a little tin for seeds

to keep them dry, buy an old bucket

ready for the fruit patch.

clover.

sbm.

Like being forced under frozen water
Electric burning in the lungs
The heart beats in fire
The body shocks itself alive
As it is dying
Memories flash
In pangs of emotion
The used-to-bes and never-was
A future with burnt edges
The sensation of the last time you touched me
And the death of a part of my soul

what is it that beats hard in your chest
why all the pebbles in your veins
is it any wonder that when you cry
you splash puddles of acid rain

what keeps you out, out on the fringe
why the desire for the alone
why the sudden finish before the end
because of your heart of stone

there is a chill that comes with your wind
ice hangs from off your eaves
closing the door to all life has to give
why can't the world just leave you be

the casket that holds the thoughts in your head
buried deep in the unknown
it's starting to rot, all that is left
because of your heart of stone

the line that was drawn long ago was broke
letting go the hold on you
all the faith that it takes, all of the hope
slaps down hard your attitude

shoving it tight into a box
that you've labeled with a darkened NO
all that you have, the entire lot
**because of your heart of stone