I Don't Know If You Know This...
I steal from your Holdings,
Little looks here and then
between
looking for you
and looking elsewhere
Lest you hold in those eyes
Entirely my wants
And yet again, this heart
Love...
By point of light
and bathed in generous color
Finding your eyes
whilst unaware and smiling
Amazing.
These,  my secreted plunder
Stay very real and Tangible
To my dreams when drifting
Reason waking,  to be more love
And to tell you daily
One hundred,  more,  constantly
I don't know if you know this,
I love you completely
frozen and at a loss
again,.. amazing

So much of the day,
countless faces never witnessed
some heavy and full of resentment
others too childish to get far
all of their quarks and complexities
but they are not all dark and mean
Not every face is too busy to grin
if you watch closely you see the humor in
the smiling ones, and the ones that are laughing
all of those funny little faces.

Light from Her eyes,
  Casts out the shadows,
    from this place I often go,
      to hide
     My feelings,
  My dreams.
Where I go,
  when My life seems,
     Too unbearable.
        Out of control.

Constantly running a race
That involves everyone
Indescribable and painful obstacles
That we must overcome.
Hurrying as fast as possible
To get to an unknown destination;
Places we only hear about
Places we've never seen.
People have fallen behind me
Lost in this race,
And it's only a matter of time
Before I trip,
And get trampled by millions.

all of the worst
in me
all I see today
the secret,
the fantasies
I don't want to own them
why am I this way
will I ever change,  
oh to be
normal,...  ME,...

I write and dream up new ways
To say and cry out old things
Utilizing the strings that can be tugged
That attach to inner most hopes
Hopes that feed dreams and needs
All of the things that can hurt
As they have done and I endure alone
I use these words that hold meaning
To tell the world how it is for me
To share with others that may comprehend
I write to post and pretend they reach you
But if they ever do is it just words
Or is the emotional message conveyed
I write to pretend that someone is listening.
I write to acknowledge the truth of loves cost
And to exercise my restless wants and longings
These are my chosen words
My means at giving feeling to the way one reads them.
My message to someone I know never sees or reads
The way it is to see or feel
Or love and want what cannot be
I write because I need to,  
Feel, to be, to eat, breathe.
I write because.

be still,
           be the small silent
                                        calm

be quiet,
       be the small watching
                                        mouse

be pliant,
               be the seed
                         spinning on
                     the wind

be memory
                  be the glint in
                             the wise old
                elephant's eye

be wisdom,
                 be the paradox of
                             the monkeys
                      three

be kind,
            for kindness needs,
                               to never be
             lost or neglected

be strong,
                 be passionate,
                for the world needs
                                strength
              and compassion
in order to grow.
                

but above all,
                      be love.....
            and allow love to be...

in all it's ....
        wonderful,
          guises and capacity's

and these my son,
                are just some
    of the steps

       in being a better man.....

List my choices.
Even those,
I've in haste chosen.
Then won't you?
Show me,
My many imperfections?
Please, please,
Force my eyes open!
Play these.
I'll remember...
Ask me,.. Why?
I'm so rotten.
If you bait me,
maybe...
I will speak?
I'll come clean?
It might be,
Forever,
My Confession

in the future we will... I promise
seeking control in chaotic times
close we hold the hardest parts
denying the wind rides endless
that rumors ride Amongst night
her breath, leaving pleasantness
scenes so genuine in their fictions
fighting whispers as the hunt and haunt
alarming the quickness ones name
rhythm and random design, brilliant
blame consumes and never plays fair
so much for champions and ever after
daybreak of one's life is bitter and unfair
to learn that you're hardly ever right
only a price that is layered, leaning
combining to the pile around it all
madmen urge us to repent before we fall
smaller and smaller we begin to feel
as indeed we are, little less than nothing
time collects all, and everything else forgets