Thank you for the kind words. As a poet/writer/artist I slipped in an out of the ethereal world of the mind. I do spend time with people but I am drenched in solitude by necessity. I find very few kind words for me. So usually I just say thank you but just this once I wanted to express the depth of my gratitude to those who stop and say such kind things. To me those little messages are like drops of water in the desert. So though the words are trifle in response I still wanted to say thank you.

Do not wake me
Do not take my sleep
Haven’t I suffered enough
Wont you just leave please
Take me back to my dreams
Where I might find
A modicum of peace

I have not loved a loss so well
As the hell I put myself through
Engaging this age’s darkness
Swiveling and dancing in
The cycles of sorrow's
Ancient kin
Loss, war, death, pain
Supping up the sick stew
Of carnage and fractured flesh
And reviewing it
Over and over again

The grass shimmers
muted green
with cold emerald glitter.

Small onyx mirrors
of rippling beauty
loose their heated motion,
hardening with a lack of passion.

A stationary figure
finds light from
the siblings of
the absentee sun.

Releasing the teasing
Blinking space furnaces
finally expose their
naked mythological fury.

Breath curls
evaporating the last
warm spirits,
till the night vapors
swirl no more,
and the stiffness
From winter’s vengeance
let’s death overcome and own
the night watchman’s frozen form.

How do you go on
When grief compounds grief
When foundations turn to sand
Turn to glass
Then shatter again and again
How do you persist
Against this sick cycle
Of losing then gaining
And losing again
How do you
Please tell me

One slip, one little trip, barely a blip
one second
to hit
one ledge or hardwood floor.
Ribs crack.
Breath runs away.
There he lays
on the verge
of leaving pain,

Blood inside
Blood outside

It hurts.
He is scared.

Alone in there
cannot catch
any breath
cannot call out.

Tears grease
his worn face.
Years do not race
across the space
of his anxious mind.
Only one thought
can be found
like a skipping record
or a scratched cd.

“Please
I do not want
to die alone.”

Reality splinters
into fractured avenues
of lightening
of unknown variables.
The future fills with flowers
and burns with the fear
spawned from the dawn of
uncertainty and endless possibilities.

Life is chaotic
Uncomfortable
Incompatible
With stagnation
Constantly changing
Direction
Changing truths
Impossible becomes
Fact
Star trek fiction
Becomes reality

The sun rises
With more colors
Than a grade school
Box of crayons
Bare feet swiftly sweep
Over moist grassy ground
And I put those
Pleasant memories
Back in that black space
Hidden past my blank face
Cause I have to let go
Of loving hope

She smiles and laughs
But I do not ask
She is pretty
With a nice figure
Seams smart, kind,
And tender
With a beautiful brain
But I erase her from my mind
Cause I have to let go
Of loving hope

Paycheck to paycheck
One poem to the next
I sit and guard shadows
To forget myself
Wearing eyes of wonder
I focus better at night
Cause the dawn is to painful
And I hate hopes
Hurtful light

It is a cloudy carnivore
A beast that uneats
Odin’s one good moon eye
Returning light to
This once barren
Night sky

You are the clouds
That come crossing the
Cool reflected solar rays
Just to kiss cold cratered moon

I watch
Your vaporous outlines
Loose their edges
I soften just like them
With the heart of hope

A Carousel of cloud stallions
Race away faster
Than the impressions of
Love's drug induced elations

I reach out into the darkness
But your ghostly white night light
Slips away like cirrus thoughts

Tonight you are solid in someone else’s arms
But to me you are my
Cloud covered twilight daydream

You can hide
The door to night
Lock up the darkness
And embrace the light,
But time will
Take your sight
Take your fight
Sap your will
Until you feel
The door open
And take you
To nowhere