Dear Neo ..
I'm writing this to you, hoping you will still be here tomorrow.
I'm hoping that you will be released from all the sorrow.

I know that you cry every night.
I know that it seems like you will never see the light.
I know the last thing you want to do is fight,
but hold on tight, because everything will be alright.

I pray that one day you'll be able to " kiss the sky " ,
dry the tears in your eyes
and look back to all the times
where you were begging to die,
when pain made you dry,
and no matter how much you tried,
you never saw yourself fly.
You never saw yourself smile.

I know you will win this battle.
I know you'll be able to run around care free.
I know you will smile, because I don't know anyone as strong as you are.
Dear Neo..
I don't believe in anything like I believe in you.

I was in no hurry, for he was
past this world's impatience, there
in that quiet room, prostrate, manicured
so we could "view" him

before I cleared my driveway,
I saw a white dove--was this an omen?
until this eve I was not sure such a creature
existed--still no verdict on omens

at the first stoplight, a Harley, straddled by
a horse three hundred pounds soaking dry,
caught my eye--shorts and pink ubiquitous
breast cancer awareness tee (really)

at the funeral home, there was not
a space to be found, so I parked at the
Baptist church across the street -- I doubt
the lot knew the deceased was Catholic

in the entrance to this place of grief
and peace, and artificial flowers, two men
in twin black suits were arguing -- I heard only
one sentence, "His wife doesn't need to know!"

then, of course, I decided not to go, but did
stop for a Big Mac and fries on the way home, wondering
if the bulky biker had been through the line before me,
and if the mythic white dove was yet on my lawn

he moves the pace of the river,
his home a houseboat

he eschews dry land, for that is where
they are all buried:

a wife, his only son, the anonymous victims
of his rifle's rabid rattle

whatever ghostly litany lives in the lapping of waves
against his hull remains mystery to him

on the water he'll stay, drifting downstream
until he reaches the sea

where he hopes he'll have no memory
of hard earth and tormenting souls

Wake up with wonder, and
Use what you know.
Do it for love, and
Reap what you sow.
Keep faith in people,
Home is in their hearts
Such a sweet romance
What a pain to part
Lions can be gentle, and
A turtles shell is sturdy, still
Life continues to cycle, while
Karmas law prevails
Death waits so patiently
Everyone takes a turn
Face your adversaries
Sometimes buildings burn
Some stars turn into dust
Some dust collects into moons
Some suns light up the soil
Others are swallowed by doom
These are the worlds
The words that God spoke
So I wake up with wonder
And I walk with hope.

Sanity
I don't even know
what that means anymore.
I don't even know
anything anymore.
I know for sure
its something i don't have.
Surely a sane person
does not shake
does not want to cry all the time
is perfectly capable of thinking straight
does not have
voices screaming at them
yelling to do things
i didn't think i wanted to do.
But if I'm hearing this
then maybe i want to go through with this
maybe i should
sanity
doesn't exist in me.

This  now I decide to unleash thought onto this platform
Through this poem
And right now you inspire more
Through the background music when you snore
Your eyes and mouth are shut
But only a minute ago that dragon mouth was spitting fire
Lashing upon my beautiful innocent me
Ridiculing, hurting, stabbing, shooting, crucifying
You said 'pain demands to be felt'
You overwhelm me with this cheap abundant commodity
I guess thats why I love you
Because now I can't sleep
And you are deep in sleep
Dreaming paradise
Whilst I die of pain
Your prescription, the concoction that you provide on an hourly basis
I see the angel in you in your sleep
I hope you come back a real angel
But even if you were a daemon I would still love you
Good night my love
Let me rid myself to sleep too
I tried reading myself to and failed to
Good night my love

Thurston started off easy enough
With the simple slurping of Sippy cups
But soon enough moved on the the bigger stuff
When Sippy cups didn't do the job

He constructed a straw three feet long
Though Thurston was thirsty he wasn't that tall
So he could reach the kitchen sink
As Mom did the dishes Thurston could drink

Soon the sink was not enough
So Thurston moved on to the bathroom tub
You would think that that would be too much
As Thurston rub a dub dub'd and drank it all up

From there he moved to the aquarium
As he watched the fish around him swim
As they watched their world go sinking in
To the glass reflection of Thurston's grin

With an inch of water left he left them alone
As he spied outside the retention pond
That's when Thurston's thirst came on strong
And he dropped everything he had going on

Once he had the pond drunk dry
Thirsty Thurston heard the waves nearby
Dare he even give the ocean a try
His answer was yes to the question of why

Though Thurston did give a pause
Along with a bit of a thought  
Before he left he went out and bought
The makings for a longer straw

two of them
to my naked, simian eye
are identical twins

though one, a mere millennium
of light years away, performs its
magical fusion yet today

the other disappeared before
dinosaurs devolved; its phantom
photons now without a source

but both poke pinholes
in the blanket of night, gifting
what some call divine light

not I, for if gods were igniting
those gaseous masses, they would both
yet be furious and fiery white

and not tricking my meager sight,
deceiving me into believing, there is
eternity in an eternally dying sky